Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why didn't you tell me you were an heiress?
Only squalid misery can result
Name?
Esme is a young lady of good family.
No?
You see me smiling?
You haven't told me where we're going.
Come on out! We know you're in there!
Suppose--
Don't you think?
Who wants a sandwich?
Mr. Pennyworth.
Thank you.
♪ Say fear's a man's best friend... ♪
Mark my words, son: East is East,
Brutalizes him.
Yes, miss?
of the Raven Society?
She blames me, of course.
No.
Two, three.
Onslow's got a hose in the beer cellar.
I'd like to speak with Mr. Shay.
For the Raven Society,
Church of England, sir.
He said he'll disinherit you.
Hmm... What's the bad news?
Not because you care about Thurso or his bollocks.
And you?
I need a driver bodyguard.
That doesn't make you a lawyer.
For fuck's sake.
♪ Man's best friend
and give it back to 'em... hotter.
And who the fuck are you, anyway?
11, 12, 13, 14.
DAVEBOY: No, I'm good.
She thinks you're dead.
Bazza, Daveboy, best of luck.
I've had enough of him.
I'm a photojournalist by trade.
SERGEANT MAJOR : Fall in, you useless fucking shower!
My father was a soldier.
and West is West, and ne'er the twain.
And you did it on purpose, didn't you?
by strapping young heroes, and so forth.
Show me.
Uh, sorry, you're distracting me. What's my point?
What would that be worth to whoever pays your bills?
MARY: Shh.
Long as he's alive, of course.
It's what I believe.
Demobbed last year.
♪ All is gone from love that is today... ♪
Will-will you... will you tell him that?
but you're so much more than that.
Congratulations.
by authority of the Court of Chancery.