Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[groans]
How much longer must I keep my neck like this?
My dear niece Rebecca swears you're quite the artist.
[screaming]
We have a guest.
Joe?
[door creaks]
Go, explore.
what do you have there?
Deus knows what they eat.
Well, something certainly did.
[screaming]
Huh. Funny.
are real.
She's a remarkable young woman.
Is he unwell?
Friends?
but it was never about the money.
Oh, sh… shit!
[sizzling]
What? I'm just getting into the swing of it.
No.
Yog-sothoth.
powerful.
or altruism
BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER BUT WHAT ABOUT THE TRUST?
[distorted laughter]
I know you want to see my new paintings.
Where have you been?
[mysterious music playing]
[distant laughter]
[agitated music playing]
[creaking]
[grating music playing]
Children.
Papa!
Dickie, you stop it! What are you doing?!
[breathes shakily]
Oh, come now.
[fire crackles]
He said it was rotten.
No! He's my friend.
[ominous music playing]
Where's our son?!
[snarling]
[snarling]
[disembodied growling]
and one that reveals to us the many layers of our world.
I'll ask for you to head through to the gallery for a viewing.
[roars]
You remember William Thurber, of course.
Smithfield here was busy railing against Cézanne.
Well…