Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Arthur.
Come, let us get you back to your room. I'll prepare some herbs for your tea.
It does not trumpet its arrival.
how dire you have made things.
I never see you dance.
Keeping their colors in the sweet-scented darkness.
One, two, three.
she no longer could count.
Think of Isabel.
and loneliness.
It's okay, okay? We gotta get out of here.
till death us depart.
"I go, and prepare a place for you."
because of a dispute over uncollected rents.
And, then…
- Where are we going? - I don't know, anywhere. Anywhere.
- What does that... - How long?
And I would keep her separate from the rest of you.
We return, dear listener,
It is me.
The transaction done, the business concluded,
she had made of Bly Manor.
I can say without vanity now that I am done with them.
Perdita, no.
The business was empty, the manor was lost.
If she could have foreseen how dire things would become,
And all things exhausted,
Even the portrait hanging beyond,
Viola explained she was late
We need music.
for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,
They're shrouded…
Always.
And on their wedding night,
As her memories left her,
it is out of the question.
How many nights, how many walks…
By the time one realizes it has arrived,
Just tell your god…
A quick dance.
He had studied and traveled.
one may say, that it was by no fault of theirs that,