Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've had enough of it.
- What was it about? - Oh, just family stuff.
- You too grand for them, now? - They know that I'm not,
Some of them even advertise face creams and cigarettes and the rest of it.
Well, obviously the answer to a thousand different questions
It's a wonderful idea, Tom. I'm ashamed it wasn't mine.
If you don't mind me saying so, you have a narrow view of socialism.
You've been reading those communist newspapers again.
Oh, how can I still be here when all the young have gone to bed?
What's going on? Have you both been up to something I don't know about?
Oh, Mrs Patmore, can you find something for Mr Bates to eat?
- Mr Carson, might I have a word? - Well, I have to take this up.
And with a respectable reference, which, of course, you can give her...
- Here you are, madam. Sir. - I'm a little less pleased.
I'm sorry, Alfred, Mr Carson won't tolerate these sort of shenanigans.
What's the matter with you both? You were in a dream all through dinner.
I like the American actors. They've got more you-know-what.
Well, there's a late showing tonight, 10:30, for local servants. What about it?
All right. If Mrs Patmore agrees.
Yes, you can go. I will not withdraw my permission.
Here's an idea. Let's have lunch tomorrow at Rules.
I still can't believe I'm here. I keep pinching myself.
- Thank God. - Yes. Thank God. And you.
Oh, Carson. Would you ask Mrs Hughes to meet me in the hall, please?
What if Mr Carson finds out you knew all along and you never told him?
I don't see how you can just sack him. He's done nothing wrong.
Thomas. Still here, I see.
Oh, leave her alone, you big ninny.
I gather you've trapped poor old Jarvis into a meeting.
He can't have expected to stay my valet once Bates was released.
You are daft!
If you knew he wasn't interested, would that make a difference?