Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[All start humming]
With ruined churches, no ministers, no priests,
♪ Wild bird are you
♪ Gently, gently, gently, Johnny
You're liars. You are despicable little liars.
The little old beetle goes round and round, always the same way, you see,
♪ Till 'tween the late and early
Can you not see? There is no sun god.
It's disgusting.
Thank you.
Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless say in her assiduous way,
- Oh, well, yes, yes, please. - Good.
[MacGreagor] No, I'm afraid nobody's seen her, Sergeant.
"led the rejoicing crowds through the streets.
Oh, God.
♪ Fire seed and fire feed and make the baby strong
Directed by Walt Dohrn
♪ Ewe bleats harshly after lamb
At first, I'm told there is no such child.
♪ The quiet waters by
Summerisle, you know it won't.
Oh, May! She quite slipped my memory.
and to Avellenau, the beloved goddess of our orchards,
♪ The sky was blue, the wind was still
[Horn blares]
Hail, god of the seas!
I think I could turn and live with animals.
'Did you hear me? I'd like a dinghy, if you please.'
by representing the law.
- Why, so it is. - Well, what is it?
♪ The parts of every gentleman do stand up
[Doorbell chimes]
Please.
Very perplexing for you.
♪ "And you can clout it sure"
you are supposed to be the detective here.
In there, sir.
I invited you.
♪ Heigh ho
- [Howie] What's that? - The life of the fields.
I know your crops failed. I saw the harvest photograph.
♪ She took the tinker by the hand and led him to her door
Willow MacGreagor, I have the honour to present to you Ash Buchanan.
The mother's name is May Morrison.
next year your people will kill you on May Day.
The sacrifice of the willing king, like virgin fool, will be accepted.
We don't much relish strangers around today!
It'll do that poor sore throat good.
or to his own kind that lived thousands of years ago.
There aren't any. The plane wouldn't start.
They do not make me sick, discussing their duty to God.
You get Morrisons on Lewis and a few on Mull. I would try there.
[May] Good afternoon. [Howie] I like your rabbits.
It must be thirsty work, asking all those questions, eh?
is to offer to our god of the sun and to the goddess of our orchards
"'in a clear symbol of the Sun.
"which is broken for you,
Hey, you come back here!
I'm confident your suspicions are wrong, Sergeant.
♪ Say how do
Fruit is not meant to be grown on these islands. It's against nature.
A man who would come here of his own free will.
[Children screaming and laughing]
♪ In pastures green he leadeth me
♪ In pastures...