Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's got her eye on me, if you know what I mean.
or in my bed.
He never has to know.
Just another tragedy of a down-and-out, I guess
Not for stirring the air, for stirring the heart.
I fancy raising the stakes.
there wouldn't be four friends in the world.
Meg, let me in, I wanna talk to you.
There is nothing between me and Stella Erlynne.
the mating habits of the blue bellied finch...
neglected to tell me the size. Would you mind?
I heard she left New York without paying her hotel bill.
What are you talking about?
You've met Mrs Erlynne, haven't you?
But we have American friends, mama.
Thank you. I won't be long.
Looks like his wife.
You know what, people like to hear themselves talk.
- Good day, madam. - Excuse me.
And it's known me in hell And in heaven as well
And you can't imagine how comforting that is.
Step over love to pick up pride and guilt.
I warn you, you'll have to fight me for her.
Stop, boy!
Meg...
She paints her face like an Indian.
Love is rarely pure, Lord Augustus. And never simple.
- Robert? - Close your eyes.
It would seem, Mr Windemere agrees with you.
Joe, you're my kind of guy.
The Grand, but we're trying to find a villa.
Merital bliss...
I'll set you up with an account.
Do I look as old as all that?
I'll leave first.
So do I.
I don't need to be the first, Stella. Just the last.
Oh, no, of course not.
She asked me for money and I gave it to her, but...
All lovey-dovey, very charming.
When I think of it, I think of a room...
No, back and almost no front. You could see everything.
I'm begging you.
listening to one or the other gripe about his digestion...
If everyone knew what everyone said of each other...
Sausages and women.
She may have better luck with the men.
We're all so distressed over it.
Love is rarely pure, Lord Augustus. And never simple.
I'm making a menu for my birthday party.
who lost her purse.
That's the only difference.
On the other hand...
and half shut after.
I find the best way to keep my word is never to give it.
Nine times out of ten, men don't give two pins about why...
You're dead wrong on that.
A brazen woman. Oh, dear.
It's where they make human sacrifices.
- Please... - It's a gift of friendship, Maggie.
I've loved you from the beginning. It's the truth.
"We're being watched."
And a woman brought this.
It's my secret, not yours.
I jumped to conclusions and thought the worst.
How could he?