Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You have a good cry.
I only wanted to know who was looking for a lady's maid.
She hardly has the energy to lift a fork to her mouth.
Are you all right?
and the orders I give are to be obeyed.
shouldn't it be me?
That's something I never thought I'd hear you say, ma'am.
Why is she seeing her in Ripon? I don't know.
I suppose you know my grandmother agrees with you.
Oh, but that is, no dear no, that is Molesley's strength.
You wouldn't.
I'm sorry not to have mentioned it.
I do feel responsible.
Lady Shackleton is joining me for luncheon.
but I have the strangest feeling I've seen you before.
So, why are you here?
except an hotel we were staying in.
and I was starting to feel it was time to move on.
..either death... or life.
And I would thank you not to remind me
Do you have a moment? What is it, Barrow?
I'm going into Thirsk after lunch. Do you want to come?
I'm sorry you feel entitled to overstep the mark.
when she is almost broken by grief.
You are not to touch the children again.
if I become a German citizen.
I'm glad to hear it.
You mean our living in sin?
But, what about Mr Spratt?
It's not for me to have an opinion,
You come along with me now. What about Mr Bates?
Portugal and Greece and even Germany.
..there's more than one type of good mother.
Daisy was saying she thinks it must be a lonely life.
Kiss me. Now.
but everything else belongs to little George.
In case you want a walk. It's quite chilly.
Did you like your card, Ivy? What's it to you?
She wants an adventure. What's wrong with that?
What question? She's George's mother and his guardian.
My lady?
Why didn't you give my instructions to Mrs Patmore about the eggs?
You look done in.
You can make arrangements for your aunt? My aunt?
After all he suffered in the war, he's killed in a stupid car crash!
So that's something, isn't it?
I don't think that's a lie.
But why has she agreed to this?
Of course, but I'm not going to drive Mary mad by interfering.
Good.
I suppose I could go to my dad's until I get something sorted.
These days I'm just an old widow who eats off a tray.
to wrap her up and keep her safe from the world.
If you can call it dry when there's mould in the very air you breathe.
I've lost my job, because, well, for obvious reasons
Goodnight, Mrs Patmore.
That's what's needed now.
Servants' lunch is on the table. Thank you, Mrs Patmore.