Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was raining... No, not raining. More like drizzle.

- Milady, I'm sorry I've not been up. - Don't worry.

and I'll take over whatever it is you're doing.

How will she find the strength to hold up her head?

well, then you should know that it is true of every woman

to have the man who christened us.

Or a difficult one to repeat.

You're in the soup.

A halo? Really?

- We will be joint masters. - But...

But are you happy about it?

and you've got poor old Mr Travis.

There's nothing hot. It's not a shooting lunch.

He looks as if he's waiting for a beating from the headmaster.

- Do you want to hear what he says? - No.

I'll deal with you later.

So it is cancer?

That's right! Why not come in and help us rebuild out lives?

I think she's well out of it.

Staging and pricing critical to the sellers & I do not want to tell any seller I told them so!

It's a benign something-or-other. Nothing more.

You had a maid at Downton, Ethel Parks.

We're going to be so terribly, terribly happy.

You were talking the other night about your friend's daughter.

How can you say that?

When everyone gets back, can you clear all this away?

Perhaps I could open a shop.

If you'd like to come with me, I'll fetch it for you.

beyond "pass the salt" and "get out of the way."

Everything's all right with me, but it'll be all wrong with you before too long.

The bedrooms are killers.

How's Anthony? Excited, I hope.

The dress came this morning.

And right on top of the wedding...