Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A hearty good morning to you, sir.
No, no, no, no, no.
- Mr Haydon, please lower your voice. - I will not, sir!
- May I peruse it? - Indeed, sir, if you'd care to follow me.
- The Temeraire! - The Temeraire!
You're too preoccupied for your own good, sir.
This old snout!
- Good morning, Mr Turner. - Marlin, Sir Billy, Gussy.
long after our viewing.
Whilst you goddesses are languishing in the kingdom of Hypnos,
Find yourself well, John?
Oh, there. Let me take you in.
We have damn rats.
- Haydon? - You have been most kind.
I said to him, Are you the jolliest at home?
- No, it's not. - Don't ye worry about it now.
Dear Molly, be still
Humans can be dreadful cruel.
...is opa... is opaque.
Then I can rest me weary legs.
Oh.
And even when they've finished building that new railway,
- 'Tis warmer now. - Sultry day.
And what is your present endeavour, Turner?
Your only surviving grandchild.
- An optic? - Yes, sir, a glass lens.
I can squeeze around here just about these days.
Only now I was admiring your seascape.
placed precisely off centre here,
Hm...
Do you think so?
that we had the good fortune of viewing it at the Academy last summer?
- Have you been out strolling, Aunt Sarah? - No, niece.
Indeed, as mighty Apollo moves across his heavenly tract.
My little lad could draw afore he could read and write.
Then you are refusing to accept the 50 pounds?
With the added benefit, when it comes to the end of its working life,
♪ In thy breast... thy breast... - Thy breast.
Perhaps it is the duty of the husband...
Mr Turner, sir!
doing everything in his power to malign me...
than them wretched souls on the slave ships.
I'm by way of observing poor Saint Sebastian here.
- Good day, sir. - Good day to you, miss.
Indeed.
- Oh, indeed. - Bless the Lord, oh my soul
Can you find him?
Gentlemen.
- Morning, Mrs Stokes. - Morning.
You faring well?
- Nothing. - Nothing?
Madam, may I apprehend you with my condolences?
I will require your absolute stillness for the next ten seconds.
My point being that, alas,
- May I offer you a refreshment? - No, thank you kindly.
I have bethought me of a plan
I did, and the truth is, I can never travel by train
Oh!
Mr John Ferneley, sir.
Talent is something that lies dormant
- It did not sell. - Indeed not?
Shh-sh-sh!
You still making your nice little pictures, Mr Mallard?
His pictures look as if they were painted by somebody born without hands!
In short, their effects are like their qualities.
I was a hundred miles distant.
- Constable. - Turner.
And there we have it.
What? Oh!
I think we have successfully achieved the correct effect, William.
Jam tarts! Jam tans! Fresh jam tarts!
- But he will have to be careful. - Oh, dear.
The elements dwarfing the elephants.
♪ May my wrongs create
- She's a pretty little thing. - Thank you, Grandfather.
- I want you to see... - What?
- Joshua. - Morning, sir.
My dear Turner, I am obliged to inform you that your condition is grave.
Oh.
- Mr Haydon, pray be seated. - I had rather not.
- Education is an important thing. - It is indeed, most important for everyone.
I watch them boys down there in the sands whipping them poor donkeys.
By thy bosom so throbbing with truth
- For my sins. - He don't like to talk about it, though.
Let me take your hat.
and selling coffee, tea and slaves.
on my way into my meagre breakfast.
By thy eyes when half closed with delight
- What is he doing? - And why is he doing it?
Oh, beg your pardon, sir.
I must get on.
- Fine around there, Gussy. - You think so?
I sincerely hope you will. And, pray, do not keep us waiting.
Set fair on departure, lumpy in the middle.
- This is the contraption? - Indeed, sir.
- Mr Leslie, - Turner.
- Refrain from this shouting, Mr Haydon. - I will not!
Pox-ridden harridan as broad in the beam as the old Victory at Trafalgar.
The little saviour of Trafalgar.
- Mallard. - Oh, Mr Mallard. Of course!
But what is this that greets my eyes?
Ah! Good morning, sir.
How was he taken?
- Relishing the day. - Capital.
- Bronchioles still rattling? - No.
Thank you, sir.
- So be it. - You cannot give your pictures away.
- Poppy oil, Joshua. - Yes, sir.
Ah.
Hey!
with the precision that I would wish.
Indeed. You find yourself well, sir?
You are a man of great vision, Mr Turner.
- If that is method, it is pure madness. - But, what is it? Is it...
our many expeditions to the warmer climes of the Mediterranean
Oh, yes, Margate be famous for its schools.
Now, Mrs Booth, if you would be so good as to come up to the house after four,
- Good day to you, Hannah. - Good day to you, Aunt Sarah.