Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I thought you'd be the first to go to Mother and say Lucy must go to Greece.
- Have some tea. - What about Mr. Floyd's ten shi...?
Then, let's go home.
Miss Catharine, you have flowers in your hair.
She has broken off her engagement.
Mr. Beebe, you sound like Miss Lavish.
Must he sneer and spoil everyone's pleasure?
Look out!
Well, of course you may, Cecil.
Would your mother spare you?
Certainly. A highly suitable addition to our little community.
Afar off, the towers of Florence.
- I'm here as a tourist. - Indeed?
And that man insulted me again behind Cecil's back.
Listen, Lucy. Three split infinitives.
You mean to marry that man?
This isn't very kind of you two. You have each other and poor Charlotte...
Me
- Are you all right? - Oh, yes.
It's not the rheumatism, it's my boy.
Lucy would like to join them as far as Athens.
He wants you for a possession, to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
And here he is preaching to the bishops.
Is it not odd that she should play Beethoven with such passion and live so quietly?
You've scored off Sir Harry, but at my expense.
It's a special collection. I forget what for, but I beg,
Monteriggioni is not only quaint,
Mother, I shall have our children educated just like Lucy.
Why? Why Greece?
An American of the best type. So rare!
They're all peasants, you know. Come along.
- He asked my permission also. - Whatever did you say?
I'll write to them, and if you'd also send a word?
All unobserved, he came to her. Isn't it immortal?
- He meant to be kind. - I know how to deal with these people.
- And Mr. Floyd, a friend of Freddy's. - I insist I pay for my cab.
Come on, I insist. The ground will do for me.
For a character in your novel?
- Under a Loggia by Eleanor Lavish. - Eleanor Lavish!
Ah, Mr. Eager, good morning.
- You're being ridiculous. - I'd have held back if Cecil was different.
Go and see if she's at Mr. Beebe's.
George is so sorry.
- Wasn't it any good? - It's lovely, dear.
They seldom keep their exploits to themselves.
There's a time for keeping quiet and there's a time for speaking out.
It is only getting first into a steamer and then a train.
This meat has surely been boiled.
Whatever does it mean?
'No place on earth as glorious as this where love is spoken face to face.
- Do I have to? - No, of course not.
Something to own and to display.
It's disgusting, brutal!
I'd like that.
Towns, rivers, palaces, all mixed up in an inextricable whirl.
...it will be very exciting, both for us and for her.
- Mr. Emerson is so tactless. - But he meant to be kind.
- Open to what, Miss Lavish? - To physical sensation.
it means nothing must hinder us ever again.
is untroubled by the snares of anatomy and perspective...
I get one thing tied up and another thing falls over.
Might I impose and wait here for Mrs. Honeychurch?