Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm meeting Lord Augustos.
Come on.
It's the best glove shop in the city.
I can tell you. He's very conservative.
For your information, I'm always in love.
She's a smart woman.
I won't hear any more words said against her.
eating fish, literally just off the boat...
Too much rouge and not enough clothing.
I'd have expected more from John, though. Tuppy's his friend.
Life's a gamble, Stella.
Lady Plymdale, so good of you to come.
We can talk in the morning.
You pretend to be bad, but...
- Where's the birthday girl? - Transforming herself.
Do you think she'd look at you if you were poor?
It's very pretty. Thank you.
- She's older than I thought. - Look. Watch.
Tell him to wait. I'll see you tonight.
What have you been up to?
Just take the damn thing before I die and ruin your terrace.
Swear it on whatever you hold sacred.
Well - that's it then.
it would destroy her.
We almost fell.
- I'm sorry. - She must be on the terrace.
Surely not. Probably be two more at least.
Pooled by an old gold ring?
I've begun too many romances out of sentiment.
Well, if you must, you must.
- Good to see you. - Lovely party.
Yes, of course.
Every day you wake up and the room is smaller.
Too late.
Who taught you to be so unforgiving?
bats her eyes logingly every passing pair of trou.
You married the wrong man, that's all.
It's too unpleasant. And you waste your energy.
I wish you'd told me before I ordered the Bordeaux.
Well, if we're always guided by other people's thoughts...
Not now.
Oh, what's his name?
Bury a real secret and a false one pops up in its place?
I don't know what to say.
Come and see the paintings.
Go to bed.
Do you know what I find worse than being talked about?
If desire had an antidote, it would be those pontoons of hers.
- Erlynne. - Erlynne.
A marriage takes your whole heart.
- I'm leaving you? - I'll prepare your bill.
This is expensive.
The Romans call it "The Land of the Sirens..."
Isn't it an election year in the wild west?
Or anyone else.
And why is that?
I thought my husband had more taste.
It's my brother's wife and her friend, Lady Plymdale.
What? What?
These are pretty.
A little misunderstanding.
Is that so? Aren't you clever?
Pragmatist? Twenty years, and not a word.
I feel every time he's kissed me it's filthy.
Why you giving up your chance of marriage to save mine?
You're absolutely right.
You're lovely.
Is there going to be a lion tamer, or is it just the usual clowns?
People change. You might feel differently.
If I was your wife...
Suppose I marry you, and in a year your investments go sour.