Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you, John.

so much as Haydon has need of the Academy.

Whatever he's brewing, we'll soon be viewing it.

- He's ruined a masterpiece. - I think not.

Are we going to witness an explosion?

I am still waiting for her talents to arise and be drawn out.

- Ooh, what d'you have there? - Bit of drift bark.

Cover yourself up.

What ails thee?

♪ Here the thorn that spreads thy bower

- Here's 1,000 pounds. - Oh, I thank you in my humble way.

- There. - Daddy!

You're tired, my dear.

I shall cogitate upon it

Oh, there. Shh, shh, shh...

No shortage of them in this city.

Evelina, Georgiana, come and greet your father.

My wife is especially partial

Furthermore, I have another fine painting in mind,

My father and I are marvelling at this glorious work.

- Aargh! - No, 'tis I.

but colour is not imparted to its reﬂections...

Reading, writing, arithmetic and geography with the globe.

♪ I am just one and twenty the first of next May

Are we not blessed by the heavens

- It is prismatic? - I fear not, sir.

- Harmony and unity, William - Chemise.

Transparent bodies depend so much upon what is opposed to them,

I sympathise, but he attributes all of his failures

Whereas, Mr Turner, had I done the same experiment

I suggest that you are Mr Turner, the illustrious painter,

Your Days are Numbered

I want them, all of them.

I shall have the balsam prepared.

Now, if you would be so kind as to make yourself comfortable...

- How was your journey home? - It was execrable.

Good evening to you.

- Mrs Somerville. - Oh, good afternoon, Mr Turner.

Take, for example, your slave ship,

Mr Turner (2014) ... It's an engineering phenomenon

- Good morning, Turner. - Good morning to you, Mr Leslie.

Very gracious of you to inquire.

He's got a damn fine picture here and he's made a damn mockery of it.

Militia Company, Antwerp Cathedral.

that I am on my way to the porters,

- Turner? - Hey, hey!

I will loan you 50 pounds.

- Mr Pickersgill. - Good morning, William.

You don't want my old face in one of these.

And your pictures give me much pleasure.

There is no place for cynicism in the reviewing of art.

When Mr Booth and I moved in here, we had the whole place polished up,

♪ Here to leave would raise a smart

Now, all my linen is freshly aired, clean and sweet-smelling,

- The other is going down! - Oh, Eliza, do hush.

- Grout. - Mr Turner.

Bravo! The prodigal son.

Daddy, cease your labour. Go and sit in your chair.

Mr Ruskin, sir,

Will I be seeing you tonight?

and somewhat of a heavy heart,

We never did find him, poor soul.

- Have you ever seen a prism? - I have not.

We did not do right by her, poor woman.

- I need a rest. - Pardon?

fashioning a nib from steel and making money,

Well, is it, Mr Turner?

Remind me again, what is your profession?

May I peruse it?

between teams of horses and teams of oxen.

Have you nothing to say to me?

Paintings always benefit his remarks.

- Trouble. - ♪ Trou...

Rejoice, Haydon. You find yourself in a veritable Bacchanalia.

If there be a God, he be a cruel one.