Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Will, this is my aunt, Mrs. Creighton.
Minot would never understand!
-[Thurber] Joe. -[Joe] Y'ai'ng'ngah…
That's my father! That's my father!
-[quick footsteps approaching] -[James rambles incoherently]
[distant howling]
[Rebecca] I know where it lives, Will.
[dramatic sting]
They come from my life.
in the darkness.
No, no… Come…
uh, saying he had some final adjustments to make.
Electricity went out several months back.
Now, I'm aware it's out of the ordinary,
[distant voices murmur and shout]
You never showed these.
At the gallery, at the committee.
Welcome to my work.
I couldn't sleep.
[Joe] Y'ai'ng'ngah.
and a shallow cove.
I mean, the entire point of the class is to draw what you see,
to be seen by critics and patrons alike.
-[Rebecca continues chopping] -[voices chanting faintly]
Haunt cemeteries in the dead of night?
The paintings don't come from my head.
[continues rambling]
[men chant faintly]
Mr. Thurber?
No, see, see, I thought that it was me.
Oh, shit.
-[dramatic sting] -Ah!
[deep growling]
Uh…
me and some of the others, after a brutal critique.
[Thurber] Dear God.
[frantic music playing]
Thurber, my boy, you look tired.
[sighs deeply]
It endures.
Joe, it undermines the very traditions of European craftsmanship.
Ng'ngah.
[suspenseful music playing]
[screaming]
[thumping music playing]
How exhausted?
Said his name is Pickman. He's back in town again.
[spits]