Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Drop it.
- Well, I do. - No you don't.
When you sit up there and suck at your paintbrush...
Distilled from the urine of sacred cows
But he's working again.
- Is that what you think? - No.
Aaaarrgh!
Look at her, man.
Come.
Don't fight.
Tell me, has the master's brush unlocked the secrets of your heart?
- Nurse. I'm coming.
It usually takes him longer.
Thank you, sir.
I heard.
There's no buyer.
I cannot, I have work.
I've done nothing.
Not even a smile for my pains?
A merry gathering, but no family portrait.
Haven't you finished yet?
I shall invite Master Van Ruijven.
A group painting.
Have you found inspiration up in that room of yours?
Oh, do we have to play this?
Master, I did not do it.
Laughing at me in my own house.
No...
Come here.
Stay.
Do you remember?
Look, Griet.
Yellow.
No point?!
Yes.
Do you know what it is?
thinly, so that the black shows through.
From the cupboard.
How could you?
tell me how you get on up there.
Malachite.
No, you're cheating.
Yes, mistress.