Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me. If I can just interrupt for one second. Sorry, everyone.

which I will then share with whomever I choose.

utterly merciless, utterly abandoned Krafayis.

I mean, really. Wow.

It has changed hands for something in the region of 20...

And this is the mighty Musée d'Orsay.

Overconfidence, this, and a small screw driver. I'm sorted.

Right. Are you in here somewhere? I can't apologise enough.

- You couldn't see him. - No.

Scavenging across the universe.

He was the doctor who took care of Van Gogh when he started to go mad.

I've seen many things, my friend.

"either side of the face."

Like the villagers who scream at me.

Don't worry, I'll risk it. What's the worst that can happen?

You don't have to tell me.

What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

- What? - Something very not good indeed.

I'll try my best.

Oh, the long life of Vincent Van Gogh.

As much as you admire his command of colour and shape,

And especially astonishing because Van Gogh did it

Sorry, um, Vincent.

And a couple of chairs.

But last night we were lucky.

It was like Shakespeare knocking off Othello,

Go to the church at the right time and hope the monster still turns up.

Look, look. It's me, it's me, it's me. It's the Doctor, look.

You do have a plan...don't you?

- I'll pay tomorrow. - No.

I believe, if you look hard,

I was thinking I may need some food or something before we leave.

Come on. Come out, let's go outside.

Wow! What a whinger. I kept saying to him,

And why is it feeling its way helplessly around the walls of the room?

maybe we did indeed make a couple of little changes.

"Come on. Come and get me. Come on.

Your hair is orange.

- No Krafayis. - No Krafayis.

Half the pictures on the wall of the Musée D'Orsay will disappear.

Come on. We have to do this on our own.

I've come to accept the only person who's going to love my paintings is me.

there might be more to life than normal people imagine?

You are not the first to decline the offer.