Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh.
I shall reproach myself for not having been more guarded.
Never absolutely.
Dear Edward.
Perhaps Margaret is right. Right?
"Dear Mrs. Dashwood, Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne and Captain Margaret.
Perhaps Miss Steele might consider reserving the allemande?
Even Elinor must approve the rent.
Good day to you.
I am well, thank you.
I compare it with what it ought to have been.
I've tried to bear everything else. I will try...
Hot. Thank you, Elinor.
And has invented an excuse to send him away.
Mama, we've got lots.
That I greatly esteem him.
Indeed. How do you enjoy London?
I cannot...
Come as soon as you can, Edward.
Excuse me, I must rejoin my party.
What are you doing?
I can assure you, I am as silent as the grave.
Why are they to live at Norland? They have a house in London.
Colonel Brandon give me a parish?
I had failed her in every other way, I could not refuse her now.
Oh, I am of a jealous nature.
Have I hurt you? No, no.
Oh, no.
She would be easier if her mother were here.
My mother.
We must trust her to confide in us in her own time.
What can this be?
I have. What's it like?
Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne, I come to issue an invitation.
We'll have to enlarge it.
You have no right to parade your ignorant assumptions...
No.
Forgive me.
Ah, who is reading Shakespeare's sonnets?
Turn about. Come round, boys, come round.
Come.
this is your home now.
And I am happy for you and Fanny.
Is he a butcher, baker, candlestick maker?
How do you like your view, Mr. Ferrars?
In return for this acknowledgement, don't deny me the privilege
Do you love him?
That is no excuse.
To Mr. Willoughby, that he may endeavour to deserve her.
My cousin, Sir John Middleton, has offered us a small house.
Can it be possible?
Look. This has just arrived.
I think not.
Polly...
He complained of rheumatism. "A slight ache" was his phrase.
Oh.
You're making me nervous.
No, I have never met her.
It's not mine anymore, it's their atlas.
- Exactly. - Nonsense.
It's a twisted ankle. Do not be alarmed, Mama.
Allow me to escort you home.
The last person I expected to see.
Edward is the most incapable of being selfish of anyone I ever saw.
You have two brothers?
Praise, indeed.
Besotted.
I shall ask Mama if I may stay behind from church.
I cannot tell you.
But I know only too well the cruelty
You can rely upon Harris, colonel. I've never found a better physician.
Nonsense. You will marry far better than the Dashwood girls.
Love is all very well,
Of both. But his family would certainly oppose the match.
Were you not in London? Have you not received my letters?
Now, can you put your arm about my neck?
Colonel Brandon, we haven't heard you play of late.
I'm sure he'd be delighted to hear it from your own lips.
Interesting.
So he abandoned Marianne...
Then I'd be as happy at Combe as I've been at Barton.
Are there any messages? No.
Yes. No.
I've never liked the smell of books.
He would have had a wife he loved, but no money,
Belgium?
What a pleasure to see you.
Who told you he was married?
when we may be very intimately connected.
I believe so. I must check the Nile's position.
Your neck is so dirty you could grow potatoes on it.
Are you asleep?
Why?
He must like you very much.
Edward, will you not sit?
Miss Dashwood...
I've longed to meet you. I've heard nothing but praise of you.
He expressed himself well, did he not?
There is. His name begins with F.
He means it as testimony of his concern for this cruel situation.