Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Byron. Exactly.
So really desirable. I've telegraphed them.
I must have dropped them in the square. Would you be so kind...?
Let the piano's martial blast
Mr. Eager is our English chaplain here in Florence.
- Did she really marry this Italian? - In the church at Monteriano.
Happy birthday!
Very picturesque, but hardly a lake. More of a puddle.
Miss Bartlett told me - is that... you love George.
Emerson, this is Honeychurch. You remember his sister.
It will teach that snob Sir Harry a lesson.
- Of course. - No wonder the novel's so bad.
Mind you marry her next January.
- What? - That I've broken off my engagement.
What? Is Phaethon misbehaving with his Persephone?
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
Their mixture of the primitive with the classical is irresistible.
- Go and dress, dear. - All right, Mother.
On the left, there he is, renouncing worldly goods.
Freddy, must you?
Do you like our view, Mr. Emerson?
Miss Honeychurch!
As a matter of fact, coincidence is much rarer than we suppose.
- Are you writing a novel, too? - If I were, you would be my heroine.
Mr. Henry Burridge lives.
Sir Harry's looking for new tenants, I hear, Miss.
And you?
Here is where the birds sing and where the sky is blue.
Charlotte, sit here. Go on, Powell.
- Freddy, be careful! - You really are savages, you know.
Poor Mr. Beebe, too!
And so, locked in mortal combat, they brought to life the eternal...
Sir Harry Otway. It is in Surrey, a place called Summer Street.
Bye, Emerson.
...you can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
Well, of course, if you want Charlotte to come, with her boiler and everything...
Temper, Lucy, temper. Please!
And not till then bring them to London.
Mr. Emerson finds us frivolous. Look for tennis balls, Mr. Emerson.
Miss Catharine, you have flowers in your hair.
So... she's not marrying Mr. Vyse?
An engagement - horrid word in the first place -
Scendal
- Did Freddy say he'd drive straight back? - No, he didn't.
I have found him tenants for his Cissie Villa.
I have a boot!
Built by faith! That simply means the workers weren't paid properly!
The Way of All Flesh.
I did not.
What an impossible person!
Go, please. I don't want to call in Mr. Vyse.
Her music, the style of her...
We have a view.
- What is happening to your neighbors? - They're moving.
Since the days are chillier now and we've not, alas, a home of our own,
Isn't that delightful? I do believe they'll end by going round the world.
You're not fit enough to go alone.
Because... she is Charlotte Bartlett.
Oh, dear.
You've not reflected. Let me cross-examine you.
Never heard of it
After all the trouble I took over the Miss Alans.
Oh, I have vexed you at every turn.
Will you shake hands?
I'm on the railways.
You'd better get to bed, dear. We have to make an early start.
Won't you sit down?
Scherzando ma non troppo, P, P, P
And a yes and a yes!
It is fate, but call it Italy if it pleases you, Vicar.
Her music always was wonderful.
- He never told you what happened in Italy? - Not a word.
This old gentleman and his son offered us their rooms with a view.
The father replies, Guess Rome was where we saw the yellow dog.
- What an extraordinary thing! - One of Freddy's bones.
And now I want my tea.