Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh.
No... thank you, miss.
- He is back? - We are expecting him any day now.
Er...
- It's a pleasure to see you. - Mr Ruskin!
- Three steps down, Mrs Somerville. - Take care.
- Aha! - Let us put the paper in place.
Oh, dear.
Dirty linen.
Do you have children yourself, Mr Turner?
that I find myself quite unable to answer your question
Au revoir, madame.
Twenty-two?
Good evening, William.
I like to drink and gourmandise...
I do not wish it in such a circumstance.
he was overheard to remark that...
Er... no, sir. The camera.
Oh, good,
It was stuffed full of yacking and cackling females.
Did you find tolerable diggings?
Might I ask you to loan me some money, Turner?
- A very good evening to you, sir. - Evening, Manners.
I trust you had a pleasant journey?
His fate, I fear, he won't enjoy.
She made our life a living hell.
Good for glue.
I do thank you for this.
...my terms is one guinea for the week with no meals
Oh, you flatter me. Oh, what an epic storm scene!
- Good morning, sir. - A very good day to you, sir.
We are surviving as best we can under the circumstances.
♪ How dotingly
A passport to bliss is thy will
Oh...
Good. Oh, dear! Do be coming along blowing now.
That has thrown all those wee particles into chaos.
Oh, dear! That is a long way. You'll sleep well tonight.
Would everything be to your satisfaction, Mr Turner?
- Dull. - It's rather dark, isn't it?
Indeed so.
One must trust in providence. Colour of eye?
And what will the British nation pay you?
My little lad.
And this one is vile.
Ye common throng and hoi polloi,
Show the gentleman to your chamber, dear.
- At the appointed hour, I believe. - Indeed, sir.
Are you interested in poetry, sir?
Yes.
The Pathétique.
If not for her, the Victory might never again have seen our shores.
without a pane of glass left in the entire place.
It is anxious each wish to fulfil
Mr Haydon, I am much preoccupied.
Whalers? Spicers?
Thank you.
My name eludes me from time to time.
Pray, view at your leisure.
Now...
Madam.
- No, - Too good for him.
I took the steamer to Westminster, about an hour.
- Oh, yes. Terrible sickness. - Aye.
Nevertheless, Daddy, Mrs Somerville is a fine watercolourist.
a companion piece,
Ah, please do, Mr Turner.
Yes, thank you'
- Splendid nostrils. - Thank you kindly.
- We're going there. - Where?
- Now, you would be Mr... - Mr Booth.
and we are almost ready.
Daddy.
- That should suit, - Right you be.
- So, you had a good walk, then? - As far as Broadstairs and back.
Consider this as a statement of intent.
As a boy.
What is your price for a bladder of ultramarine?
'Tis Mr Turner's latest piece, which placed above your mantelpiece...
I'll get you a drink.
Come in. You can finish that later.
Now, sir...
He were foying over there on Goodwin Sands.
My point exactly, Mr Turner,
He is in fact a man of high intellect.
As a telescope?
No one's ever said that about my nose before.
- Mr Carew! - Turner!
Me damsel, be so kind as to escort the gentleman into the street.
- Is she, now? - Mathematician, astronomer, geologist.
You have neither charity nor pity nor debt.
The sun's up in all its glory.
- Grazie. - Prego.
Not unlike a telescope, sir.
Be sanguine, fill your boots.
I must confess
Wretched things! It's an epidemic.
Ooh!
ladies and gentlemen, our next offering, we hope,
As do I.
- I would not wish to impose, madam. - Oh, not at all, Mr Mallard.
No, no, no, no, no, no. There be no shoes on your feet!
- Good afternoon, sir. - Good day to you, madam.
Nimbus, Sir Billy, nimbus,
Five pounds?
- No. - Oh.
Shh, shh, 'tis I'
- Did you sail from Rotterdam? - No, Dieppe.
- Good day to you, Billy. - Delighted you could join us.
- Jonesy, Carlo. - William.
There... No!
just perfect for our experiment.
From the tip of your nose to the bridge to the curve of your brow
The howling sound of sorrow.
Mr Haydon, do you still find yourself in a position of impecuniousness?
Continuing satisfaction as to the arrangement, your Lordship?
Welcome home.
He has a sharp and cynical tongue.
You're the master of the brush now, Mr Turner.
I shall return by and by.
His complaint with life is as absurd as that of a spoke in a wheel,
I shall cover the bottom half of the needle so that it is not exposed.
Mr Haydon, what is your quarrel?
It comes to us from the United States, sir.