Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I shall handle the visiting royalty, of course,

I'd be willing to satisfy your curiosity. Is that clear? Is it?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

I'm going to kill him — now!

Thing is, we were hoping to present a mystery play

is to get some proper justice meted out against this Scottish turd

— What? — By the power vested in me...

What shall we do?

I'm not in your way over here, am 17

Behold! Treasures torn from the torsos of a Turk.

It had better be funny, or Prick gets his comeuppance!

which, Harry, in relation to your date of birth,

Jerry Merryweather.

but those lands do, in fact, belong to me.

"Big—boy!" Mother! Do you know about this?

I found it very moving.

Now, then, Mother. A toast to Father's return.

— I have a cunning plan. — I have a more cunning one.

Well, I thought it might be more tactful...

and the papal legate,

Actually, I'm quite interested in the wigs.

I haven't seen a eunuch yet.

Edmund is providing the entertainments.

See your mother there?

(Both) You'd rule the world, My Lord!

I tell you, they cast a wee doubt over the parenthood of young Harry!

McAngus greets you and lays at your feet the spoils of war.

What's our reason for stopping it?

— You sound like one. — I am not a eunuch.

Excellent. It's certainly my mother's handwriting.

armed with a small piece of cutlery.

is precisely nine months...