Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Good day. - Good day.
With your Lordship's permission,
There is an old gentleman lives next-door with his good lady wife.
I do thank you too, sir.
I ain't touched a drop this many a long year.
Though ignorant of an and taste,
♪ Pretty Kitty
- Up there by the Dane. - Back of the old town.
If one has the opportunity to have it drawn out.
- to anything other than his own behaviour. - Indeed.
It might have gained in potency with an increase of arrows.
- I'm looking for an old gentleman. - An old gentleman?
The image you create is not of colour.
There's method in the madness, gentlemen.
And he said, Yes, except for the doorknob because that gives everyone a handshake.
- Eliza, look at his nails! - Shh.
I am a rich and cultured boy.
- Unlikely. - Tomorrow?
No more than is usual, sir.
Somewhat blowy and the wind did kick up some white horses.
'Tis he.
He has a big smile on his face.
Then they would no longer be saddled with me.
Wis a natural phenomenon that I have long desired to witness.
I'm filled with boundless glee,
Has the look of a fallen angel.
Well, I didn't put 'em there.
Oh! No, it isn't!
I fear that she may never do so.
- Yet, prithee, dear Molly, be still - Yet, prithee, dear Molly, be still
Oh!
- I hope it meets his expectations. - It will.
Quite so.
- My sketchbook. - Oh.
Come, Evelina.
Although we will have to adjust the position of the easel from time to time.
Mr William's been getting in a stew about it.
Ooh!
- Man of the sea? - He was, weren't he?
- You just come off the boat? - Indeed.
dig the hole deeper,
Turner!
- Your granddaughter' - Rosalie Adelaide.
From the fine city of Philadelphia, sir.
Thank you, Turner.
but that time is now long past.
And what was your profession, Mr Turner?
- Don't move. - I... slipped.
Sit down, Georgiana.
Go and rest your bones.
We have our own lives to lead. Come along, daughters.
It'll keep for the half-hour. Go and peruse your newspaper.
- Er, no, he was at Camperdown. - Ah.
I am in dire and pressing need of 100 pounds.
All your oils, your watercolours, your drawings, your sketchbooks,
Mind you, you're better off being a donkey
- Oh! Ha, ha! - Daddy's little jest.
- Shortness of breath? - Yes.
Be so kind as to enter the vestibule.
Indeed.
Gentlemen, are we as one?
- He was wheezing last week. - Shh-sh-sh,
She does not. She has not recovered.
♪ In thy bream breast
railing against the motion that it must of necessity partake.
I am struck by the clarity with which you have captured the moment.
Oh, it is a terrifying scene!
Oh...
Hmm.
I do not, Mrs Somerville.
I certainly do not acknowledge your presidency.
It's the one...
Exceedingly beautiful.
...to strengthen the colours.
- And do not talk to me of Turners work. - Please lower your voice, Mr Haydon.
It was somewhat turbulent
- It is an achromatic lens. - Achromatic.
Carew! This your man?
...solitude...
For two or three shillings apiece on occasion.
instead of a portfolio under their arms,
You swines! You swines!
Now, I appreciate that I am honoured
♪ Soon might each a witness be
- You approve? - 'Tis well hung.
Watch the sunset, say goodnight to the milkmaids.
Your pain is your own, sir. Do not inflict it upon your loved ones.
- The Maggie or the Billy? - The Maggie.
Hm...
What is concealed behind the small brass cap?
♪ I'm good-tempered and kind and a youth to my mind
Shall you be putting those chattels away? I should.
Upon the window sill, if you'd be so kind.
My boy were eight year old when he did lose his father.
Oh, no, sir.
- ...where have you been today? - Hm?
it being the first of the month.
She was your mother. Curse her!
Oh, I don't think we can quite use that term in the presence of Mr Turner.