I could watch Tom Hughes play for hours.
They did a good job subtly aging Jenna Coleman.
Yeah, he told his wife. Deal with it, bucko.
Wellington is Team Peele.
Cock-blocked by your uncle. For once, I like something Leopold did.
Five years? Dream on, Albert.
How long will Albert continue to dodge his uncle?
Ew. That combo would make anyone sick.
Albert can admit when he's wrong.
The duke don't play.
Vicki is definitely Daddy's little girl.
Shut it, Baroness.
I thought no one else recognized him, but apparently not.
Point to Albert.
Are we sure this doctor knows what he's doing?
That was a very diplomatic answer, Harriet.
Someone get this child some Tylenol.
I had no idea Parliament voted that way.
Oh, damn. I got a bad feeling about this.
Peele did say no one would try to shoot him inside the House.
Bye-bye, Drummond. Pity your "friend" doesn't know he's been stood up indefinitely.
Sorry, Your Highnesses. They're happy your daughter is alive and well, but they've got bigger problems.
Poor Peele. Turns out, he's got feelings.
Duchess! I've missed you.
The duchess knows what's what. Sorry, Alfred. You're still in the closet.
Are you really going to propose after a death, Ernest?
Ewww.
The Baroness is the definition of an old maid.
Alfred has to be a pallbearer?! Poor guy.
"Some bad habits." Mm-hmm, yeah.
Holy crap. Penge has a soul, people!
Whoa. A lot will happen next season. Did Albert fall in some ice or something?
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