Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's your sleeping place.
Cornelia!
You took your time. Lose your way, did you?
Pieter...
Griet.
This is too thin.
You're a fly in his web.
There, that's it.
There you are.
Is this Indian yellow?
She smashed half the china...
Should I clean the windows?
There are colors in the clouds.
It's clean enough this side of town.
My wife need not know.
Good.
This is only a trial. Nothing is settled yet.
No. I already... already begun a group painting.
Not a word.
I have a right to know.
Don't rush away, Griet, please.
Make time.
Now you understand.
Come on.
In the book again?
Leave that.
- Can we go? - Here's my man.
Sir.
- Very long? - No.