Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ In Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle
Well, don't you understand that if your crops fail this year,
[Cymbals resound]
- Whose desk is that? - No one's.
Now, don't be frightened. I'm a police officer.
And I will demand a full inquiry takes place
Oh, my God! Christ!
I have come here from the mainland
"protected by the ejaculation of serpents"?
- Is that her? - Yes, that's her.
I doubt it, seeing you're all raving mad.
- What happened to last year's? - It got broke.
our most sacred god of the sun,
"'and at the climax of the ceremony lock their swords together
which is venerated in religions such as ours
that it was possible to induce here the successful growth
And now I find that there is a grave.
But I must remind you, sir, that despite everything you've said,
Give me a glass of whiskey, please.
♪ And to him boldly say
[Screaming and laughter]
to quicken the growth of our crops.
No. Has anyone been here?
M, M, M, M...
Have I made myself quite clear?
[Woman giggles]
Think! Just think what you're doing!
♪ He leadeth me
Shocks are so much better absorbed with the knees bent.
[Chorus] ♪ Ochon, ochon, ochrie!
reincarnation than resurrection.
"'Relics of these fertility dramas are to be found all over Europe.
Now, if any of you can give me any idea as to her whereabouts,
You mean, in the churchyard?
[Clock chimes]
and who but a fool would do that?
♪ To take home to your mother
That's right. She's not from here.
♪ Among the rigs with Annie...
all over the earth.
They will not fail.
You came here to find Rowan Morrison,
Surely you mean to Aphrodite?
It's sacrilege!
- May Morrison? You're quite sure? - Quite sure.
It was addressed to me personally on the mainland.
Do you mean to say you teach the children this stuff?
She's either dead, or she's not dead.
♪ And of that feather was...
No, cannae say I know her.
It is the Lord who hath laid waste your orchards!
into the affairs of this heathen island.
Not to my knowledge, Sergeant.
♪ A tree
♪ I loved her most sincerely