Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Trying to say something?
but, unfortunately, one of their number is ill, um...
- I'm on! — Where are these letters?
(McAngus) Mind the pit.
My Lord...
"Dear big—boy, sail south.
No.
No, he mustn't, he mustn't! He has vital information.
Oh, yes! The feast!
I see, and then get him to stick his head in it and blow it off.
Because he's a thieving Scottish weasel.
— My father sends his regards. — Do I know him?
Love! Death! War!
Oh, dear.
My father had to tell her it was a cure for diarrhoea.
You never learned Greek!
my grendle—stretchers, my ornamental pomfreys
Father! Harry! There's been a messy accident. You must come quickly!
What chance did I have? I was a little foreign girl.
I'll have a crack at it. (Animal yelps)
"oh, you enormous Scotsman.” Etc, etc.
What?
— Good. Everyone turning up? — Oh, absolutely everyone.
Woooorgh!
We'll have them. (Knock at door)
What? Greek?
— Yes! — Oh, yes, Baldrick, that's...
Yes, a drawback.
He swore he'd be back for St Leonard's — or die!
Ah, the eunuch!
Excellent! After all, it is St Leonard's Day —
— Dougal McAngus! — Oh, but of course!
Don't be absurd. Such activities are totally beyond my mother.
There shouldn't be much acting required.