Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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