Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The time she met Cecil, she drove him quite frantic.
I'm going to write to our Miss Alans and ask them to take Sir Harry's villa.
No, this isn't the bit. It's further on.
And then the cry was heard, 'Once more into the breach, my friends.'
Are you sure?
Why don't you sit back, make yourself more comfortable? Take this.
Because I wouldn't play tennis?
Freddy!
Why rush off to the ends of the earth?
- Good gracious! What a mess things are! - Yes.
Does anyone have any change?
Her friend had to return without her. She remained at Monteriano.
We were to see the Arno.
Even if you forgive me, I shall never forgive myself... till my dying day.
Oh, look! No, don't look! Poor Mr. Beebe!
Dear Charlotte, after an awful journey
Cecil, ask Mary for sandwiches. I'll be with you in a moment.
Freddy owes me 15 shillings, so it works out all right if you give the pound to me.
- What a weathercock Sir Harry is. - I hope they're the right kind of people.
Sir Harry, beware of these gentlewomen. Only let to a man.
Yellow dog!
I'm sorry.
So he cried, 'Utter rapture! The silvered twilight, the wraith-like swallows,
For a sovereign.
- I said no. - What?!
How dreadful. How more than dreadful if Mr. Vyse should hear from another source.
Mr. Emerson?
I'll come to take you back to town the week after.
and send pretty cards from every place.
You'd love the Miss Alans.
They're strangers I met in the National Gallery.
It's true.
No. Lucy said he wouldn't.
But he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
Hear, hear. We vote no Miss Bartlett.
I wish to have a word with you, Mr. Emerson, in the drawing room, please.
My father says there's only one perfect view -
No, you don't! You don't know what the word means.
You see here these superb frescoes by Giotto, depicting the life of St Francis.
- I can't. - No discussion.
- Toss for it, Honeychurch. - All right.
how she kept to Schubert when, like an idiot, I wanted Beethoven.
I'm certain that's old Emerson. What are those people doing? Hello!
Yes freddy there is a right sort and a wrong sort
- Cecil! - Thank you.
As for your loving me, you don't, not really.
Charlotte, please.
And some trousers...
I expect your father has been reading Dante.
- Mr. Beebe. - Don't you remember us?
Oh!
There's a scene in it - the hero and heroine make love. Do you know about that?
You see? You talk of coincidence and fate.
Father's something of a radical. The son, full of possibilities.
- We're too different. - But I...
Never in the real country like this.
- Cecil? - So you can all call in perfect safety.
to slowly gird, to bravely fight, to stoutly dare...
In fact, he behaved abominably.
Because...
You've always lived among such nice people. You cannot realize what men can be.
I'll only say things that will make me unhappy afterwards.
And she never went back to Weybridge?