Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When I got your letter, the one that said you were sick...

Just sounds a little like...

I woke up this morning and the headache was gone.

- Exactly. - Yeah.

here you are in this awful state. And... and...

He makes everyone look so beautiful. I have to sit for him.

It's the portrait painter, Thomas Elliot Moody.

And I'm helping him out until the election. And if he wins...

And then the three of you were born.

{\an8}Too bright for our infirm Delight

What do you mean?

I'm just pretending.

I don't feel dizzy, no more sweats, I feel... wonderful.

It was not Death, for I stood up

A party. There was an abundance of cherry rum

I can't imagine life without you, Emily.

Because, somehow, I love not understanding her.

I love children. Other people's.

There's never an easy way to put this.

Your sister is ill.

- "Tell all..." - Tell all the truth

Your letter said you were dying.

I must admit that I partook.