Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The eyes of a master.
Ah, splendid, sir.
I would question the veracity of that telling.
The universe is a wondrous thing, is it not, Mr Turner?
♪ No sorrow...
Dr Price, Mrs Booth has summoned you here under false pretenses.
- The canvas is damaged. - Oh, that's all right.
Eliza... or Liza?
Oh, my goodness me!
it is almost certainly destined for a warm ending.
- Free? How so? - 'Tis expunged.
So be it.
'Tis twice in my life now I have found myself a widow.
I did not myself savour many gooseberries in Jerusalem.
mountains, volcanoes...
- I'm astonished. - But it is a masterpiece.
I've been over to Grande's.
Well... 'tis the way of things.
Aha!
دهنم قرصه My lips are sealed.
Now, you be fishing for compliments,
How was your crossing?
Oh, is that so, Stanny? I shall cogitate upon it.
She's served her time.
It is, to be sure.
No mind, sir,
and here is what we must do.
Blasphemy!
Give me those...
Where? What am I looking at?
I shall cogitate upon it.
Bequeathed? To whom?
Oh...
- We are most proud of her. - We are indeed.
It was there that I was once able to capture a rainbow.
What, sir, is wrong with being a portrait painter?
His Lordship keeps a very fine wine cellar.
I shall return shortly,
Number six.
Now, if I may ask you to take a seat, please, here.
"Be Sanguine, Fill Your Boots."
I was eight when I lost my little sister.
Oh!
Very well, sir. I shall bring that up for you.
never in any taken shape to be seen...
with cream or chocolate, yolk of egg or currant jelly.
Oh, the glaziers do get rich.
Then I should recommend the hat on, sir.
When I peruse myself in the looking-glass, I see a gargoyle.
The artist is not known to me.
- A large packet of flake white. - Flake white.
While mostly blessed with good intent, we have our doubts.
Out of the question.
all together,
That is what we call the camera.
you should do so now and prepare yourself for the next.
♪ Forget my fate
I thank you.
Now, will you accept ten pounds?
when everything seen is vitiated by that colour.
What is the significance of the looking-glass?
I do indeed, thank you. Pride of place, Mr Turner.
Well, now, it's a beautiful sunny day,
while water often seems to challenge the sky for...
And long may it remain so.
- Good morning, Signor Grande. - Mr Turner! Buongiorno.
The purity of your prism, the contamination of my palette.
Mr Booth!
which instil in me no sense of awe whatsoever,
- Who is the artist? - I believe, sir, it's...
nothing can ever be proved, only disproved.
- Oh! - Hm.
The darkness is to a purpose.
There.
with my wife, my surviving children and myself within it.
Now, I have not poured your tea for it is fresh in the pot.
Now she's destined to be reduced to 5,000 tables and chairs.
If only he would consider the wishes of his public
Soon painters will go about the world
- Bustle about. - Oh, there! There be no helping you!
...displayed in one place,
♪ My fate ♪
I had made that assumption, sir.
Oh! Most droll, Mr Booth.
Two years in the making,
I've been to collect my pension at Leicester Fields,
Turner, if 100 pounds will not spare me from this predicament,
- Traders? - Slavers.
Oh...
Oh, Daddy!
Unlike the horse.
No!
Here's to her.
I lost two dear friends.
And I prevail upon you, sir, to take a seat.
Humans.
by which I have the good fortune to be greeted every morning
- Nelson? - With two arms.
- Good day to you, Mrs Booth. - Good day to you, sir.
Ah, Mr Turner. We were just wondering if...
♪ But they all are so stupid that none of them will
A very fine day to you, Mr Stothard!
- Molto bene. - Jonesy!
and I'm sure there be things about you that are beyond my understanding,
No matter. Suits me, brewed and stewed.
Have you no feelings?
Ah, the pain on his face, the mark of resignation in it.