Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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