Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If your father was still here, Daphne would already have been matched.
Well, in that case,
Well, I must say, I am impressed.
who was caught with her gentleman last year
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Any sign of him yet?
-Penelope, I did not see you there. -[Penelope gasping]
[breathing shakily]
Well, I think it rather obvious that the writer is Lady Danbury.
if you refrained from thinking about me at all.
Not exactly like everyone else.
We could pretend to form an attachment.
-I shall have you know-- -To marry, that is.
Perhaps he is right.
-That would be lovely. -Daphne…
Perhaps we need to help her to see things a bit more clearly.
[sighs]
all presented by their mother, the Right Honorable Lady Featherington.
Perhaps some arsenic and lead might help.
Lord Berbrooke.
Every presumptuous mother in town will leave me alone,
I imagine your household will be a hive of callers in the morning…
Joining you for the entire season?
Marry me, Miss Bridgerton.
Only they are true, Brother, and they are true because of you.
She does seem to be someone with access.
days we shall not soon forget.
I do not mock you. I am being sincere.
Lady Whistledown has written about you again, Your Grace.
noted for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons
[dramatic music intensifies]
-[Eloise] The author. -[Violet] Do we know a Lady Whistledown?
for only the most advantageous of matches.
And of course, without my father here, that responsibility… falls upon me.
the better for the other young ladies…
What? It is true.
Should your brother wish to be obeyed as Lord Bridgerton,
Well, let us get you dressed.
[indistinct conversation]
when your own papa hears of this…
His Grace was fortunate to have you there with him as a child
Miss Bridgerton, you look rather lovely this evening.
Small glasses.
Go on.
The duke is quite fond of gooseberry pie.
His first and only, I believe.
[attendees chattering indistinctly]
[rendition of "Thank U, Next" by Vitamin String Quartet playing]
[low] One moment. Yes, yes. Oh, hello.
[chuckles nervously]
Ladies, hurry with your miniatures before our guest arrives.
It appears as though it may rain.
[Berbrooke moans]
[Siena chuckles]