Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What all men of honour must do, ma'am.
Well, if none of us has the moral courage to stand up to Peel,
For you...I order a trip north.
It's revolting.
The court rejoices in your news.
You haven't eaten your beetroot, ma'am.
Yes. Anything in particular?
I shoot.
But? Your eyes are full of "but".
Albert doesn't know how to talk. He refuses to dissemble.
She says, "No doctor", then she sends for the doctor...
And if you answer back using the word "future", I shall scream!
Remember Charlotte.
You might find it enlightening.
It is such an insult.
This butler wants your master to look a fool.
Did you make that just for me?
The music, sir. It is very...well-constructed.
Ma'am.
and the Tories belong to you.
but I am afraid I shall make a fearful hash of it.
They were surveying the railway, I think.
but if I cock this mayonnaise...
What if you had been killed?
Expeditions clearly agree with us.
You should be the champion of what is coming.
They're the beaters, sir. They're driving the birds towards us.
Are you randy for it?
Good health.
But I am neighbour to the Giffards.
Her death in labour is the reason you're Queen.
A day of driven shooting, then.
Her Majesty is quite the little jack-in-the-box.
are created en masse in the factories.
I am bilious. Quickly!
You know I famously have no taste, of course. I'm German.