Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm leading a little private tour of my own.

Very glad to hear your sister is marrying. I'm sure she'll be... happy.

Mr. Eager, there's plenty of room for all of us. You don't have to...

Over there, Miss Honeychurch,

Pardon me. The chapel is somewhat small. We will incommode you no longer.

Why don't you join them, dear?

I might even share a flat for a little with some other girl.

at present busy with a Fra Angelico definitive study.

I've come to show Miss Honeychurch a letter from our friends the Miss Alans.

In the Promenade below...

I'll take Minnie to the Beehive Tavern. Care to join us, Miss Bartlett?

I don't think I'd like anyone at that pensione.

You're very fortunate. Leisure is a wonderful opportunity.

I'd like to see them in your hair.

Now, you don't hear any carriage.

- Well, welcome as one of the family. - Thank you.

What's this about Sir Harry's new tenants?

- I think Lucy has something to tell us. - Stop the horse!

For showing me what I really am.

- and Charlotte and Lucy. - We were promised rooms with a view.

Your father bought the drawing room furniture, and we must put up with it.

I shall go and find Mr. Beebe.

You'll be glad to hear that the Pensione Bertolini is its dear self.

Well may you ask. But think how he's been brought up -

Perhaps he will join you later.

We did feel so sorry for you in the dining room.

Say, Poppa, what did we see in Rome?

Mr. Emerson, leave this house and don't come back as long as I'm here.

Lucy! We must get packed immediately!

But why should he be?

George. George.

I do declare we're lost.

I admire your courage.

Ferma la carrozza subitol

Has your son no particular hobby?

Altogether too big for our little lot, don't you agree? Got any matches?

Yes, but we've only had half a week, so I calculate we owe you half the price.

And do hurry, both of you. Mary has her fish pie in.

This tremendous thing has happened between us and it means...

Dear sir, I implore you...

One more lump, if I might trouble you, Mr. Beebe.

- Perhaps I spoke hastily. - Oh, goodness!

- Miss Pole? - Yes, Mr. Emerson.

Of course I will, Cecil.

I've never been so ashamed. I can't think what came over me.

- I mustn't inconvenience you. - You know you prefer facing.

I insist, absolutely.

Tell me more of the Miss Alans. How splendid of them to go abroad.

As something you own. A painting, a Leonardo.

You know how silly people are.

- And this is Minnie, Mr. Beebe's niece. - Grant me that.

I don't know why we're arguing, because we have no view.

- Mr. Emerson has had to go. - What a nuisance.

You're naturally drawn to things Italian, as are we and all our friends.

but we've a longing for green things growing, don't we, George?

Bring them up among honest country folk for freshness,

I somehow think you feel more at home with me in a room.

I don't believe in this world sorrow. Do you?

Did you hear what I said, Lucy?

- I can't think. - Answer me, Lucia.

And why doesn't she pay the bob for the driver?