Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What did you all think?

Oh, Mr. Vyse, he's really very nice.

I would have given the larger room to you,

She had no business doing it. No business at all!

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon, Mr. Beebe.

You did appear!

but you always do forgive yourself.

You're tired of your home. You're tired of Windy Corner.

Your mother offered to fetch me in her carriage.

I think we should ask her to stay. Give her a holiday while the plumbers finish.

- I am. - No, you're not!

It's an ugly house. We never liked it.

- Thank you so much for taking her. - Bye-bye.

Between the squalor of London and the squalor of Prato, there is a great gulf fixed.

Unfortunately, I have met the type before.

I love these little dark alleys.

All those old women smirking.

I have a view. And so does George.

- Again! Poor Charlotte. ...has the water turned off and plumbers.

Vacant heart and hand and eye

Food is the one thing one does get here.

No, I think I'll go out.

There must be no gossip at Summer Street, but to go as far as Greece!

Bring some milk and honey and... er, cakes. Cakes!

- Poor girl. - Poor girl?

Goodnight. See you Friday.

- Capella Peruzzi, Capella Bardivery good. - No, thank you.

I have procured desirable tenants.

the view of the sky over our heads.

- What's that? - The gentlemen are doubtless having a game.

Here he is on his deathbed, surrounded...

I want to stop here with you.

I prefer something bolder - the reckless rose, the tempestuous tulip.

He says the thought of... seeing you or hearing about you...

My father lives here. I've come for the weekend.

Oh, porter! Could you...?

Mr. Emerson is avoiding the removers inside.

It's disgusting the way an engagement is regarded as public property.

He explained. It's ugly things that upset him. He's not uncivil to people.

I am something of an Inglese Italianato.

My son George here.

'the perfume of the cooling earth all fill me with inutterable and inestimable bliss.'

Why Miss Joanna, you have flowers in your hair!

Fatal. What are five miles from the station these days?

But she's purging off that Honeychurch taint. You know what I mean.

Is that your son?

Only Freddy's muddle, who doesn't even know their name.

- The Misses Alan are going to Greece. - Good luck to them.

It reminds me somewhat of the country around Shropshire.

My poor dear girl, you are so young!

I reserved them for a week like you wrote you wanted.

I have seen him.

You love the boy body and soul, as he loves you.

- Yes! - I am the chaperone to my young cousin Lucy.

It's perfectly natural. I nearly fainted myself.

- You must persuade Mother. - What?

There are no jewels more becoming to a lady.

Buongiorno, buongiorno, Ferdinando!

Lucy, get dressed or the better part of the day will be gone.

She must. I simply must go away.

You got rid of Cecil, well and good.

Any nook does for me, but it is hard that you have no view.

No, no. Don't be alarmed. This is not a cold.

There. Now I've told you.

Her guests are another set of Miss Alans, Miss Lavish, Mr. Beebe

Make Lucy one of us. Lucy's becoming wonderful.

Yours sincerely, Lucy Honeychurch. There.