Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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