Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Canvases? - He put 'em downstairs for me.
- Lord Nelson's flagship, the Victory. - Indeed.
Mr Turner.
♪ Remember me
Gentlemen, a toast.
Rubens, the triptych.
Is he handsome?
Oh.
the clouds and the air,
Perhaps even more so. Is it not, Father?
It's passed. I've got to get on.
and if you have affairs to attend to in this world
- Pronti. What do we need? - An ounce of chrome yellow.
I received the accolade from the King for painting portraits.
I been down on my knees and praying you was safe.
And what is the purpose of the small piece of paper?
Damn fine spectacle this year, Billy.
They hang us where they will, Pickers. Take a guzzle of brown sherry.
- I wish you good day, sir. - I wish you good day, sir.
but in wintertime I have known the whole of Marine Terrace down here
May I peruse it?
'Tis nice to have a bit of company for a change.
The metal could contaminate the experiment.
is something quite other.
Do not you tire of boats and the fiery firmament?
- Are you teasing me, Mr Turner? - By no means, madam.
Can you explain your rendition?
I ought to have told her afore.
When he stoops to drink the water goes down.
It is purchasable.
Preposterous!
Oh, yes, indeed. All the way from Chelsea.
You can see the whole world on the Thames.
- Remember? - Remind me.
Yes!
- This will be the finish of me! - 50 pounds!
What did you say?
- Oh! Good afternoon. - Good afternoon, madam.
Well, you been chafing your old pedestals for naught, Daddy.
- Ah, the majesty of mystery. - Indeed,
Last month in the King's Bench Prison in the company of debtors,
- What can I do for you today? - Well, let me see.
Scrape 'em out.
Do not forget your other daughter, sir,
Now, let me peruse you.
- As are we, Daddy. - True.
This does not sit well with me, Turner.
I said he wasn't finished.
Pleasant trip?
- Dues it hurt? - Not in the slightest, I assure you.
Ah, precisely, sir. The camera.
Gawd's truth!
were I to set light to the house
Mr Coleman? I do remember he.
Indeed. I shall catch the midday train from Charing Cross.
'Twill be somewhere. We can look for it later.
Mrs Somerville, you are what you are.
The vapours in this room are most noxious to a child's lungs.
...with the utmost respect,
Shall I make it do a wee dance?
- Shh-sh-sh. - No, indeed not, sir.
Better yet, taken it out of this building and thrown it in the Fleet.
Your Majesty.
- Will you take a dish of tea, Mr William? - Oh, thank ye, Hannah.
Oh, goodness me! No, I hope not.
Nothing comes from nothing, madam.
Good day to you, sir.
Will you take some more cheek?
Sublime but contradictory yet harmonious.
Ah, Mr Turner.
I do thank ye, sir.
Mrs Ruskin... it will come.
White is the power of good, black is the devil.
Quite so, the mysterious force of gravity.
- Good evening, Miss Coggins. - Your Lordship, Turner.
A song of lost love.
♪ Where none have place
which in turn contrasts with the presence of God,
- An elephant? - He's in there somewhere.
Crystal pane upon crystal pane,
What principles have you applied other than those that I gave...?
No matter.
viewed by the public,
Turner, this is perverse.
For which we prescribe the three Bs:
- Are you seeking lodgings? - Indeed I am.
I thank you, Captain Jones.
- Commissioned by the King. - Is that so?
They're by the door here.
- Please, come through' - Jonesy.
Your days are numbered
♪ I have lovers in plenty come hitherto woo...
Er... no, sir. I do not come here a seeker after charity or pity.
Ooh...
Oh, it's Hannibal crossing the Alps.
why you were never accepted here, Mr Haydon.
Oh...
whom you have deigned to neglect these past two years.