Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I understood that you'd been flogged.
Luck. And who needs it more than we?
Good afternoon.
You've taken him. Where is he?
I don't believe so.
Do you live there?
You're Romeo.
Can you cure me?
Get up, you bastard.
We'll bring you another breakfast. You must be very hungry.
Well, I'm beginning to believe that Mr. Bytes and I are very much alike.
But you must be aware that this hospital doesn't accept incurables.
But that's all right. He has me to take care of him.
Now, don't you waste your time with him, sir.
Right now he's in the attic.
There.
They have such...
Thank you.
What is it?
We have a deal.
- Mr. Hodges. - Yes, sir.
and palm to palm is holy Palmer's kiss."
made a spectacle of myself.
the alarming curvature of the spine.
Yes. This as well.
- What are you up to? - Nothing.
I am not an animal... I am an NFT
at the moment.
Here, my friends...
Just horrible.
I'll leave you together.
a beautiful woman.
Get out of here.
You bastard! He's gone!
you will see something you'll never ever see again in your life!
He'd be better off somewhere where he can be constantly looked after.
No, not at all.
Yes, sir.
yet he is superior in intelligence.
You can speak.
Let him die!
Are you the proprietor?
There's something I'd like to tell you, Treves.
Yes, I'm sure they do, yes.
I think we really do understand one another.
Bytes, he's sick!
large pendulous masses in connection with the skin...
When you have a moment...
Surely goodness and mercy...
right upper limb, which is totally useless...
Well, it's been a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Merrick.
All right, if you insist. But you must have quite a find in there.
We were just taking a vote on Mr. Merrick.
for some time now.
Only, I have to rely...
You see, I had no idea, really.
I draw your attention to the insidious conditions affecting him.
I can't help you unless you help me.
Morning, Mr. Treves. Early again, I see.
the patient's genitals remain entirely intact and unaffected.
How's your tea?
You, my friend.
- Jim, can I go tonight? - Sit down, Charlie.
I mean, you got the windows and arches just right.
to Mr. John Merrick...