Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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