The clip the drawings disappear from Miss Potter (2006)
Beatrix, it's Millie.
Look, I know I'm unannounced, but they sent back all my messages.
Please, please, please, let me in.
The clip the portfolio from Miss Potter (2006)
There's something delicious about writing the first words of a story.
You can never quite tell where they'll take you.
Mine took me here.
Looking back, the city and I never much liked each other.
An unmarried woman, after all, was expected to behave in
very particular ways.
Which did not include traipsing from publisher to publisher
with a gaggle of friends.
Now, listen to me, you must not be afraid.
And don't talk too much.
Friends who, sadly, others were not so keen to meet.
I've been selling my drawings for greeting cards, place cards,
etcetera for seven years.
Bunnies in jackets with brass buttons.
How ever do you imagine such things?
I don't imagine them.
They're quite real. They're my friends.
Are you based the animal characters on your friends?
No, the animals are my friends.
The clip the portfolio Part 2 from Miss Potter (2006)
Before Peter Rabbit there was Benjamin Bunny,
and then Sir Isaac the Newt.
I have their drawings as well, if you'd like to see them.
That won't be necessary. Unfortunately, Miss Potter.
It is 'Miss' Potter, is it not? Yes. Of course. Silly of me.
Unfortunately, the market for children's books...
Yes, of course. I completely understand.
It was silly of me, with no experience of these...
F. Warne and Company would like to publish your little book, Miss Potter.
But best not to get overly hopeful.
I know publishing your book will not sell a great number of copies,
but I think we can turn a small profit.
My dear Mr. Warne, well, I'm pleased. Very pleased indeed.
I shall do everything possible to ensure that you've not made a mistake.
Miss Wiggin, I believe we can go.
Thank you very much indeed. Messrs Warne, for your time.
Our pleasure. My brother always knows what he's doing.
Oh, I'm quite particular about book size and price,
and I'd like to avoid that dreadful Gothic typeface
your children's books usually have.
I'm sure everything will be to your satisfaction.
Come along, Peter.
Sir Isaac, the newt!
You can't be serious, Fruing.
That book won't sell ten copies.
Of course not!
However, the thought did occur to me...
We promised our little brother a project.
If he makes a muck of it, what will it matter?
I think Miss Potter may turn out to be a Godsend.
The clip beatrix and mrs. potter from Miss Potter (2006)
Beatrix, where have you been? It's after four o'clock.
I'm not a child. I can do things without my mother's permission.
I was hoping to use the carriage myself this afternoon.
Where were you?
I took a drive. With my friends.
You don't have any friends.
Yes, I do, Mother. Every time I draw.
Some of your paintings are quite pretty, Beatrix,
but I'm not going to deceive you as your father does
and call them great art.
The clip breatrix's childhood from Miss Potter (2006)
Well, my friend, when I am a published author
then we shall see.
Beatrix, Bertram, time for good nights.
I haven't finished yet.
Come on, hurry up.
There! I got him.
Bertram, you're barbaric.
Come on, you two.
Hurry up. Down you go.
Hurry, Rupert! It won't do t be late to the 'Hydes'.
Doesn't Mama look beautiful, Beatrix?
Being in a temper puts such a rose into her cheeks.
When you grow up, Beatrix, and have to run a household,
plan parties, keep a social calendar and put up with a man
who's never been introduced to a clock,
your cheeks will glow too.
Look at this ribbon.
That's unsightly. Change her into something decent.
And give this nightdress away.
Oh, this will never do. I'm just all fingers and thumbs!
You're impossible, Rupert! We are so late.
What have you drawn today, Beatrix?
Benjamin Bunny having a rest.
His ears are getting better and better.
This shading here is very good, Beatrix.
Say your good nights now, children.
Good night, Mother.
Good night, Beatrix.
Good night, Father.
Good night, Beatrix.
Good night, Mother.
Good night, Bertram.
Good night, Father.
Now, hurry upstairs.
Come on, mustn't make Mama and Papa.
later than they are.
On my way home, I happened to walk down Piccadilly.
And what do you think jumped into my pockets?
Something very special for the young entomologist.
And something very suitable for the young lady
who's very soon to grow up to run a fine home,
just like her mother.
We'll open them upstairs. Come on.
Thank you, Father.
The clip breatrix's childhood Part 2 from Miss Potter (2006)
Thank you, Father.
Late, late late!
We are not late.
We will never be invited to the Hydes' again.
Heaven's sake, Helen, it's polite to be a little late.
Now get in the carriage.
This isn't polite late, this is late, late.
Right, wee ones, one story and then bed.
I want Beatrix to tell a story. Hers are funny.
Indeed they are, and I know exactly what it'll be about.
Tom Thumb and Hunker Munker.
Precisely. Tom, Hunker, are you ready to play in a story?
Oh, yes. We're excellent actors.
Well, we shall see about that. This will be your test.
Once upon a time, those two excellent housekeepers, Lucinda and Jane,
bought some shiny new porcelain food which they set out
on their perfectly appointed dining room table.
Then, they decided to go for a walk.
Suddenly, there came a scuffling noise from the kitchen.
Tom Thumb and Hunker Munker crept out.
The two mice saw that the dining table was set for dinner.
Tom Thumb leapt up and took a big bite
from the first plate and broke his tooth.
The clip meeting norman from Miss Potter (2006) with Barbara Flynn
Who we expecting someone?
That's my publishers.
It's not a social call. In fact, I'm rather dreading it.
I wish you wouldn't invite trades people in to the house.
They carry dust.
Well, next time, I shall go to their office.
Mr. Norman Warne.
I hope you will forgive my intrusion into your daily routine.
I was expecting one of the...
Ah, yes, I am Harold and Fruing's brother.
I've recently joined the firm and they have done me
the great honour of assigning your book to me.
Thank you. It was most gracious of you to invite me to...
Yes, I would love some.
Yes, thank you. Lemon.
Delightful and magical and so beautifully drawn.
I am utterly, utterly speechless.
Perhaps we should discuss our business, Mr. Warne.
I put your drawings aside with the greatest reluctance.
Your brother's letter makes two proposals
which I find quite unacceptable.
First, they'd like the drawings to be in colour.
I'm adamant they be in black and white.
But Peter Rabbit's blue jacket and the red radishes,
Surely you would like your enchanting drawings reproduced as they are?
Well, of course I would prefer colour, but colour will make the book cost
far more than little rabbits can afford. I'm adamant.
Which brings us to your brother's second point.
They wish to reduce the number of drawings by nearly a third.
Let me explain. The idea of reducing the number
of drawings was not my brother's but my own.
If we can reduce the number to 31 precisely,
then the illustrations for the entire book could be printed
on a single sheet of paper using what we call the three-colour process,
that you desire, and at a relatively low level of cost. Yes?
The clip meeting norman Part 2 from Miss Potter (2006)
I've given your book a great deal of attention, truly.
I would like it to look colourful on the shelf
so that it stands out from ordinary books.
You have given it some thought.
Which other books have you supervised, Mr. Warne?
This will be my first.
Miss Potter, I have recently informed my brothers and my mother
that I am no longer content to stay at home and play nursemaid
solely because I am the youngest son.
No. I would like a proper job, working for my family's firm
and they have assigned me you.
Does that make things clearer?
In other words, you have no experience whatsoever,
but because you've made a nuisance of yourself,
demanding a chance, they've fobbed you off on me.
Miss Potter, I know all too well what my brothers intended,
giving me your, your 'bunny book', as they call it,
but I find your book quite enchanting, delightful,
and if they intended to fob me off, as you say, then we shall show them.
We shall give them a bunny book to conjure with,
In colours, mixed to your satisfaction in front of
your very eyes at the printer.
At the printer?
Oh, I could never.
I will escort you there myself.
If you will allow me the honour.
Why would I never?
Of course I'll go. I'm a grown woman.
Miss Wiggin will be there.
I see absolutely no reason why an artist shouldn't visit her printer.
Excellent, Miss Potter.
Jolly good. Thank you.
I shall make all the arrangements, and I am, in every way,
my dear lady, at your service.
You and rabbits, extraordinary. Excuse me.
The clip opening credits from Miss Potter (2006)
The clip opening credits Part 2 from Miss Potter (2006)
The clip beatrix and rabbits from Miss Potter (2006)
Johnson, come and get the charms, would you?
Slowly, slowly. Put it there.
I will be careful, ma'am.
One, two, three... ten.
When I was ten, my mother badgered my father into spending the summer
in the Lake District, as did other fashionable families.
Like an animal released from its cage, I fell under its spell.
Mind your frocks now. Come here!
The woods are full of fairies and little folk that look for
children that get their clothes dirty.
And when they find them, they send the fairy beasts at night,
with sharp teeth and a ready appetite for young flesh.
I'm coming to get you, Bea!
Don't! They're farmers' children. Their hands. Germs. Come on.
Catch him, Bea!
There he is!
Out of the way!
The clip beatrix and rabbits Part 2 from Miss Potter (2006)
There he is.
I don't think a thrashing will be necessary.
I'll just leave the window in the nursery unlatched tonight.
The fairy beasts will take care of the rest.
No! I'll stay clean!
Really, Beatrix, What young man is ever going to marry a girl
with a faceful of mud?
Well, I shan't marry, so it doesn't matter.
Of course you shall marry.
All girls marry. I did. Your grandmother did.
Even Fiona will one day.
Well, I shan't. I shall draw.
Oh, those silly drawings.
Then who will love you?
My art and my animals. I won't need more love than that.
Perhaps not at 11, but let's see if you still feel the same way at 18.
I drew Mama when we first met and she married me.
And, Fiona, doesn't mud wash off?
Bertram, come along.
The clip driving through the park from Miss Potter (2006)
Home, Miss Potter?
No, Saunders. Drive me through the park.
Through all the parks.
I beg your pardon, Miss Potter?
We did it!
Did you hear my heart? It was a kettle drum.
You see? We cannot stay home all our lives.
We must present ourselves to the world.
And we must look upon it as an adventure.
Faster, Saunders, if you please!
No, Miss Beatrix. No!
Fast as you can, old boy.
Oh, I say!
The clip beatrix's suiters from Miss Potter (2006)
I think by Wednesday, you could hang the lace curtains upstairs.
Then at least it will look like summer, even if it doesn't feel like it. -Yes, Madam
Oh, Beatrix. What is this stain on your blouse?
Jane says it won't wash out, and she's tried everything.
Oh, it's ink.
I must have brushed against something at the printers'.
Jane, I'm very sorry for causing you extra work.
Jane, take the blouse away. Give it to the poor.
This behaviour shows scant regard for your father's money.
Well, one day, I shall make enough money to buy my own clothes.
I'm far too old to be living off the generosity of my father.
You're too old to be spending so much time
in the company of a man who takes you to printers!
Your father does not approve, and neither do I.
Mr. Warne is publishing my book.
Oh, that book! I can hardly wait till it's finished and forgotten.
I don't understand you, Beatrix.
Your father and I have introduced you to so many suitable young men
of your class, young men of fortune, and impeccably good family.
Oh, certainly, like that charming fellow, Lionel Stokely.
Lionel is a particular favourite of his uncle, the earl,
whom we visit every summer at Stokely Court.
Oh, and I do regret terribly that I didn't accept Harry Haddon-Bell.
Harry's great-grandfather went to Sandhurst.
Harry's grandfather went to Sandhurst.
Harry's father went to Sandhurst.
And so I went to Sandhurst.
Father and I and the gamekeeper often go out riding in the morning...
Ashton's a crack shot.
But no, you're just a pig-headed girl.
Mr. Warne is asking for you at the door, Miss.
Mr. Warne? He's not expected.
The clip tea in the garden from Miss Potter (2006)
but I can't help myself. I love flowers shockingly.
That's why you have the hands of a greengrocer.
I do not!
Thank heavens Norman sometimes deigns to read to me.
If I had to rely on you for companionship,
I should expire of loneliness.
My mother's taste in books, Miss Potter, and, I'm afraid,
in life, runs to the er... melodramatic.
I like good English biographies and you know it.
I loathe silly romances, such as the ones your brothers publish.
My brothers and I, Mother.
I am part of the firm now too, you know.
A sweet-natured boy like you does not need to work.
Your brothers provide quite well for all of us,
and I need your smile here.
But then, no-one listens to a crotchety old lady
in a wheelchair.
Indeed they don't, Mother.
My mother may be crotchety, Miss Potter,
but she does have an eye for beautiful things.
She was fascinated by your drawings.
Well, when I see something unusual, I'm not content just to look at it.
I must capture it.
Last summer, in the farmyard, I was drawing something
that was quite lovely in the sun,
and suddenly, I realised I was drawing the pigs' swill bucket.
I had to laugh at myself.
I feel a bit of a chill, Norman. Can you take me inside?
Please excuse me.
It was delightful meeting you, Miss Potter.
Do stay longer, and teach Millie how to behave.
I think that means she likes you.
Did she say she likes to draw swill buckets?
Indeed she did, Mother. Indeed she did.
The clip thinking of peter rabbit from Miss Potter (2006)
Die, you little devil!
Right. Prince Charming himself couldn't resist
such a bonny, wee girl.
Not when he meets my brother, Vlad the Impaler.
Bedtime my young reprobates.
Now, shall I leave a window open, or?
No! I don't like fairy beasts.
Well, it is a well-known fact that fairy beasts never eat a child
when he's tucked up in his own bed.
The fairies have been in the north country
for hundreds of years, and have had many adventures.
I told you about you a changingly child?
Yes, several times.
I want to hear it.
Oh, go ahead, Fiona. I'll tell myself a story.
Once upon a time, there was a king and a queen.
Once upon a time, there were four little rabbits.
Their names were... Flopsy, Mopsy...
Cotton-tail and Peter.
'Now, my dears, said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning,
'you may go into the fields or down the lane,
'but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden. '
'Why not, Mother?'
'Because your father had an accident there.
He was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor. '
Peter, who was very naughty, ran straightaway to
Mr. McGregor's garden,
and squeezed under the gate.
I like it.
But round the end of the cucumber frame,
whom should he meet, but Mr. McGregor!
Peter was out of breath and trembling with fright,
and he had not the least idea which way to go.
It's muddy, actually.
One more, Mr. Mortimer.
Lighten it up.
Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner,