Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I envy you. I wish I did. - Ever so slightly, thank you so much

So, you're against me over Matthew, the christening and Edith.

I'm so sorry. It took much longer than I thought.

It makes no sense to retain this bit as a separate section. No sense at all.

If there's anything wrong then it's obviously my fault.

None of which solves the problem of what I'm going to do.

But, of course, Jarvis won't see that because he hates change.

but I see no harm in her having some fun before she gets there.

The estate can offer proper compensation to the tenants now, while the money's there,

- I'm sure there's nothing wrong. - That's the point. We're not sure.

We will get things sorted out. We won't leave you in the lurch.

Ethel? What's the matter?

Now why didn't the poets come to you, Mr Carson?

I'm the old broom, Mr Crawley. You are the new.

I wondered if you'd be a godmother.

Get off! Just get the bloody hell off me!

You and Matthew. I didn't think the others would want to know.

Mr Crawley, you're very new to our way of life here.

I'll take time to consider.

Oh, well, that is an easy caveat to accept, because I'm never wrong.

It isn't so bad here after all.

- Mr Barrow looks very grim-faced. - Never mind him.

You berate me for not wanting to take responsibility

I'm studying, milady. These days a working woman must have a skill.

- How do we speak to him? - Normally.

And don't say, "if we ever have any." Because we will.

Anna took a letter from me to her Ladyship.

- Not to write for them, I trust? - Oh, no.

- May I help you? - This is Mr Branson's brother.

Well, if I did, I learned from it and that's all I am asking from him.

Must I remind you of the state the place was in a few months ago?

my brother has a garage in Liverpool. He's asked me to go in with him.

They seem like a nice lot. What's the matter?

We have worked with the farmers as partners.

Well, if he's the agent, we can call him Branson again, thank heaven.

Love him by all means, but believe in me.

I can't get over how you've planned all this without a word to me.

Alfred's sick and tired of it, and no wonder.

And maybe the great-grandmother with him?

You keep telling everyone Downton is a dual monarchy now.

It's rather early to say. His Lordship suggested I have a rest.