Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Please take off your coat.

I've had a letter from my sister, asking after a job for her son and...

very, very good luck, my beautiful daughter.

For every Escoffier or Monsieur Caréme,

So he's left you something?

But how long will that take?

Papa was the one who wanted a Prince of the Church.

No, it is not an interview, Miss O'Brien, but he is on trial.

But if he died first, then I do.

Golly. What a night for the county to feed off.

But please don't talk about Ireland all the time.

We'd better stick together.

You'd ask, wouldn't you?

Oh, well, well. I've heard of those journeys on my side of the water.

I suppose he can speak for himself.

Darling, we will know him. We'll know him and value him, I promise.

When I'm with her, I'm reminded of the virtues of the English.

- Anyway, I hope not. - Why?

- I'd have settled for Travis. - Hmm.

Well, if they really promised, you should withdraw your services.

How are you getting on with your new companion?

I only walked over for a cup of tea and a chat, and I've outstayed my welcome.

You can't object to that?

Charles Hays was the presiding genius, and since he died the management has not...

Good afternoon, milady, that is, Lady Grantham.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't turn into somebody else just to please you.

we felt I ought to be the one to tell you.

What about Anna? How are you going to get to the church?

How democratic. It makes me think maybe I've been mistaken in you.

Oh, come on, Edith. That's not like you. You could always take a joke.

And then they go to the South of France.

But young Alfred is to make the great leap in one bound?

I'll hire a replacement in London and then I'll come home instead.

The panic that a dinner won't be ready or a frock isn't ironed,

Is it an Irish tradition?

- I won't look at you. - It'd be unlucky if you did.

Mary had a letter this morning. Papa doesn't know yet.

Carson and Mrs Hughes, the world has moved on since last we met.

Oh, there's no need. We know it was not your fault.

Friends, though there weren't too many, tradesmen, acquaintances...

Downton must go.

The father, Lord Merton, is Mary's godfather, but Larry Grey used to be keen on me

How terrible for you.

- You're next, darling. You'll see. - Will I?

- I mean to try, Mr Carson. - As long as you do.

So, what did the lawyer want? I presume he turned up.

His Lordship would never call her "Mary" when talking to me. Never.

I want to thank you for what you did last night.

I'm glad to find you here, because I want to apologise for last night.

We moved it out to clean and there it was.

When you see a pic of Munisihi