Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Here you are. - Thank you, sir.
Where are you going?
Even scientifically, the chances against being struck are enormous.
they were all rather extraordinary.
Buonasera. Grazie.
It might attract the wrong type. The trains have improved so.
- I wouldn't think much harm could have come. - There.
Besides, that way, you'd have to fly over the wall.
Perfectly well. Absolutely well.
Wasn't Monteriggioni where we saw the cornflowers, Teresa?
Hello? George reads German.
Oh, yes. How do you do? Glad to see you.
- What?! - Do stop!
Yours is glorious country, Honeychurch!
- Buonasera. - Buonasera.
- Mr. Beebe. - Thank you, Mary.
Isn't it wonderful? The Parthenon, the frieze of Phydias.
Of course I'm not tired of Windy Corner, but, as we're talking about it,
What is that you are taking? It's not lemonade, is it?
What a noise you're making. Freddy, let Lucy go.
Freddy, as you remarked this morning, some chaps are good for nothing but books.
And did she really...?
of wet hedgerows with birds singing inside them.
Kiss me.
No. I don't want you straining your back.
I cannot understand this hole and corner business.
But things that are indelicate can sometimes be beautiful.
It was most disloyal of you.
What?! Stop at once!
That's to love... and to part.
- You aren't going? - Yes, we've a train to catch.
Never, never more shall Eleanor Lavish be a friend of mine.
I fear we have no card, but George will write down the address.
I would like to thank your father personally for his kindness.
Do you understand how lucky people are to find what's right for them?
And deservedly.
touched with crimson stains of poppies.
- It's no good discussing this. - George is taking me to London.
Goodness, how cross you are!
What does he say?
I promessi sposel
No, Charlotte. Not the scissors, not when my hands are full.
- Oh, no, Freddy... - Oh, he's topping. He's spiffing!
which inclines even the most stolid to romance.
Whatever's the matter with dear Miss Lucy?
- Why not? - Thank you very much.
There's traveling for you!
Freddy loves to bathe here. He's very fond of it.
It's obvious they should have the rooms.
You can take all those, but leave me Thoreau till I go. I need him by me now.
Thank you.
No, do. Nothing's funnier than silly things read aloud.
- Nor me. - You?
I think myself most fortunate. I'm very happy and having a splendid time.
- Summer Street will never be the same. - It's too small for anyone like ourselves.
No. You haven't.
I want to ask you something that I have never asked before.
- Miss Bartlett. - Mr. Beebe.
Do you suppose this display is called into existence to extinguish you or me?
- Did you mind losing? - Of course.
- Yes, it is. - Put it right away, Miss Pole.
- Thank you so much. - Pleasure.
- No! - She is my sister.
In my small way, I am a woman of the world.
- No, I will not listen to one more word. - My dears, do stop.
And I should write If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays...
Gentlewomen! Yuck!
Dear Mr. Beebe, I doubt we shall go any further than Athens,
Kiss me again...
You don't love me, evidently.
All right.
I suspect that one day...
And, on the right, the fourth Pope.
So you did tell. Why?! When you wouldn't even let me tell Mother?
The Cockney signora still terrorizes the staff.
Strike the concertina's melancholy string
True, on the whole.
And, for the time being, we would like to keep it quiet.