Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...beer.
Well, perhaps you might join us for dinner?
I mistook you for common thieves!
You’re so kind Catherine Ooh!!
He's there.
...to defend a dying horse.
I prefer to have the choice.
This way, my lambs. Come on!
# I'd lie for you #
...are these not the meek of the earth?
# Everything I do #
Wind chimes.
It's because I'm so long!
MAN 2: Celts! God help us!
...my grandchild takes the throne. My blood.
No one feels his loss more than I.
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[MEN CHUCKLE]
I'd like you all to look at me please because I'm going to say something.
What are you doing? Where's the little ones?
She's ripe. She will give us a son.
We are deeply honored, Your Majesty.
#There's nothing there to hide #
I fight against a tyrant who holds you under his boot!
[HUMMING]
That stumpy one is David of Doncaster, but the lads all calls him Bull.
A truly magnificent animal, my lady.
[MAN YELLS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Don't do that!
My lady in waiting shall accompany you.
- It weren't my fault! SARAH: Madam, you be careful there.
- Will, they burned it, all of it. WILL: Are you all right?
The hospitality in this country is as warm as the weather.
Here’s 10.5 million To pay the devil on your way to hell
Bull.
He's a trusting fool. And if he doesn't believe me, he'll kill me...
Is the child Marian at home?
I’m Morgan. I’m in a creek.
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Would you prefer pain or death?
here's your 30 pieces of silver
"Spanish Steel. Much Stronger Than Our Native Blades."
MARIAN: No! MAN: That's it, sir. That's all of them.
Kind regards
...been kind
We're doomed.
Locksley.
A crown to the man who brings me Locksley's head! My lady.
Christian!
MORTIANNA: Kill him. Kill them both.
I am the son of the woman who replaced your dead mother for a time!
# I can't help it #
Am I to dance next?
...to fail me.
Only Allah can do that.
Recognize this? It has white paint
and over here we have contestant number 5... well i'll just click shropshire!
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UNLEASH THE HOUND'S TOOTH!
Never fear, Duncan. Good will overcome.
What's this?
Fanny!
Angus, why are you gay
There’s always room for one more
...but for which the Lord intended a more divine means of consumption.
To the Trees!
I'm not just gonna sit here and let one of them die.
BULL: I'm trying to stop them!
Surely the Lord will grant us victory.
- Who are you? WOMAN: I am the Maid Marian.
- You wish to end this? MEN: Yeah.
Tax Him!!!!
Position by the gate to cut off reinforcements.
Twenty-five thousand crowns.
I'm sorry.
Thanks for the taxes.
MAN 1: Come on, boy, run!
No camp. Nothing!
the Drugs have...been kind.
Caesar has spoken, my leprous friend. We shall collect our offerings and depart.
MAN 1: Great shot!
You!
And the judgment to punish them...
It's not a lie! You ruined my life!
Take us with you!
SURRENDER YOUR PHONE IMMEDIATELY AND NO ONE GETS HURT!!!
I'd rather roast in hell.
With regret, I must decline.
You came for me.
Move!
More land and power than you have ever dreamed of.
AZEEM: Come! Hurry!
[YELLS]
You know
How can I protect you, Christian, if I know not where you go?
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...that our father loved you more than me.
Is that you?
What is it?
- Why didn't you cut him down? DUNCAN: It's a miracle, I never thought...
A curse on moors and saracens
They drink the blood of their dead.
Salaam, little one.
No man controls my destiny.
Cheers.
Robin: the medallion Little john: give me your name first
well done boptrayalson! well done brialson!
Show them the courage of Allah!
Because, my lord, if he is alive I can get close to him.
...is will you stay with us and finish what you've started?
What?
Oh.
Donation? For what?
I will conceal myself here, below the scaffold...
ROBIN: Any great ideas? - Get up! Move faster!
What if I say no?
Were it not for their ungodly ways, Master Robin would never have left.
AZEEM: Who is it? ROBIN: It's my father.
Best man of the woods. Eh, lads?
A child? How?