Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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