Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

Thanks, Daveboy.

I don't-- I don't even know you.

Bought Mother a crocodile handbag.

Don't mind me saying, Mr. Ripper,

You are trying to leave me.

but mad as a fucking hatter.

I'm in the Tower of bloody London

MARY: Writing in hell forever.

What are you doing tonight?

We'll say no more about it. Shtum.

for a man of your stature,

Hasn't she seen enough horrors?

What do you say, weasel? Shall he get the tools?

SYKES: Dear Esme,

He just took it the wrong way.

What's... your...

We've made a pact with Satan, Alfie.

Really good. You look like a film star.

that one very obvious question wasn't asked.

What? Not a word for me?

But my girlfriend nearly died

Here, put it on.

Hey, that was brilliant, Ez!

are going to break like a twig.

I just want you to hold me hand.

It's perfectly acceptable; fashionable, practically.

Ah, of course. A cook.

Did you say something?

so I can settle down and have kids.

I would drown you in my tears

Alfred Pennyworth is my name.

It's the implication.

Have they approached you already?

No. It's marvelous.

Dark wheels are turning.

♪ I tell you what we're going to do... ♪

in a letter box for me.

I'm sorry.Stop sniveling.

it's my word agaist yours

for something I did not do.

ALFRED: Well, what did Fat Colin say?

Oh, no. That would be very bourgeois.

to me very closely.

I hold you in the highest respect.

Hmm. I'll try. Oh, come on. It'll be a hoot.

Matthew Johnson. Rape.

you can just tell 'em

No, I wouldn't.

Look, I won't lie to you.