Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you most kindly.
Gentlemen.
I shall cogitate upon it
- You find yourself well? - Passing fair, thank you. And you?
I sense an excess of modesty in Mr Turner and there is no need for such humility.
then reinter the coffins with another atop.
no thanks to your ungrateful son.
- Are you keeping well? - I am.
Damn his eyes.
- Chrome yellow, Joshua, - Chrome yellow, sir.
Open wide.
Terribly flat.
- Hat on or hat off? - Er... may I ask your profession, sir?
They do say this town be the first place in England
There is nothing here for us.
Oh.
Thank you, Cornelius,
And your dear wife, Mrs Haydon, is she faring well?
I need a rest.
A wee nub of wax.
'Twas ever thus. You've always been preoccupied.
Oh, I believe Mr Turner knows well enough what he's doing, Sir Martin.
Behold.
How apt, Mother.
- I will have you forcibly removed. - Yes, do it!
Five-pound note, exceeding pretty.
In good health, thank the Lord.
Sir, I beseech you, brook your ire.
- Good day to you, sir. - And a very good day to you, Mrs D.
- Your latest infant? - To be sure, Father.
Your painting, sir, is hanging next-door to that of Mr Turner.
not to forget Captain Jones and Mr Roberts, of course,
To be sat on by 5,000 fat arses.
Little maid, gamboge gown, left foot instep, touch of highlight.
Excellent.
I find myself enduring nothing more
Thank you, Mr Turner.
Surely, regardless of how cold the start of the life of the gooseberry might be,
I mean, why would he go and destroy a perfectly good painting?
Claude was a man of his time.
On account of that explosion,
No, no, no, no. Sit ye down, sit ye down.
Ultramarine's gone up to a guinea a bladder.
Thank you. How many do you want?
But here he uses his whole array of kitchen stuff.
♪ I don't envy my betters but bear 'em good will
The name eludes you?
What is the hour?
I have a seven by five-and-a-half ready sized and primed.
The universe is chaotic and you make us see it.
without recalling your miraculous painting.
I shall. I shall tell her. I will tell her.
- Good evening, Nat. - Oh, good evening, my Lord.
Georgiana, cease your dithering!
So, the end of the needle that was exposed to the violet light
50 pounds is not sufficient. Five pounds is tantamount to an insult.
never ceases to quicken the beat of my heart.
- Well, the ox is a sluggish beast - Yes, but strong.
even at the early age of four.
I must confess, Mr Turner,
- Carew. - Oh!
Mm-hm.
I trust that this is not an inconvenience to you, Turner.
To be administered in this case by the fourth B: the admirable Mrs Booth.
Oh, my Molly, dear Molly, be still.
Oh, cease your costermonger sounds!
Mr Turner seems to have taken leave of form altogether.
I have, from time to time, attempted it with the green and the blue,
May I suggest, Mrs D, with the utmost respect,
Daddy was the finest barber in Covent Garden.
- Oh, God! I bow to him! - And damn good ones too, sir!
He is not of our temper.
Indeed, sir?
Eastertide, the good Lord took her from us.
He's brought a cold blast of air in with him.
- And the victor? - The horses.
with good, solid, wooden floors,
vapour,
What is this heinous implement?
And sell 'em, all of 'em.
- Might that be a glass of water? - No, a bowl.
Oh, indeed, sir? I am much intrigued.
Even the purest mirror gives a tone to the sky
we none of us do know what lies ahead.
- Sublime or ridiculous, he says. - Well, perhaps he should make up his mind.
Most agreeable'
Oh...
Frangibility and such like.
this needle would not have been magnetised.
- And what circumstances might they be? - Straightened circumstances, sir.
And the spirit immediately drove him out into the wilderness.
Mr Billy.
♪ Remember me
Somewhat weakened, sir.
It is a privilege that was not afforded to me.
It's a glass cathedral.
whose realisations are confined to mere naked tetra firma,
It will come.
I do not recall the last time we had as much coal in our scuttle as that.
- Where would you have me sit? - Wherever you wish.
Tea?
Indeed.
Indeed not, Mr Turner.
Stretch me no longer on this rough world.
Yeah, cos one is going up whilst the other...
And... we begin.
Treated like animals, they was.
...or refractions like a coloured glass
They say 5,000 oaks went into making that ship.
- Led me back to chapel. - Mm... hm!
Terrible, they pour souls as perished, two score or more.
Here, Mr Booth.
The bitch!
Thank you very much.
Where is the canvas?
- I hope you're enjoying your supper. - Mm.
The tides be subject to the effect of the moon.
The auctioneer's hammer has struck that final blow.
- It's a buoy! - Bravo!