Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Here to leave would raise a smart

He's got a damn fine picture here and he's made a damn mockery of it.

Transparent bodies depend so much upon what is opposed to them,

- The other is going down! - Oh, Eliza, do hush.

Bravo! The prodigal son.

Furthermore, I have another fine painting in mind,

What ails thee?

Take, for example, your slave ship,

Well, is it, Mr Turner?

Have you nothing to say to me?

Paintings always benefit his remarks.

You don't want my old face in one of these.

between teams of horses and teams of oxen.

Reading, writing, arithmetic and geography with the globe.

- Have you ever seen a prism? - I have not.

You're tired, my dear.

Now, if you would be so kind as to make yourself comfortable...

- Trouble. - ♪ Trou...

Very gracious of you to inquire.

My father and I are marvelling at this glorious work.

When Mr Booth and I moved in here, we had the whole place polished up,

We did not do right by her, poor woman.

so much as Haydon has need of the Academy.

Mr Turner (2014) ... It's an engineering phenomenon

Now, all my linen is freshly aired, clean and sweet-smelling,

We never did find him, poor soul.

Whereas, Mr Turner, had I done the same experiment

- There. - Daddy!

Remind me again, what is your profession?

Good evening to you.

- Mr Pickersgill. - Good morning, William.

- How was your journey home? - It was execrable.

I am still waiting for her talents to arise and be drawn out.

Will I be seeing you tonight?

I shall have the balsam prepared.

I want them, all of them.

Rejoice, Haydon. You find yourself in a veritable Bacchanalia.

- Turner? - Hey, hey!

Cover yourself up.

If there be a God, he be a cruel one.

My wife is especially partial

And your pictures give me much pleasure.

fashioning a nib from steel and making money,

- Good morning, Turner. - Good morning to you, Mr Leslie.

Militia Company, Antwerp Cathedral.

Whatever he's brewing, we'll soon be viewing it.

Daddy, cease your labour. Go and sit in your chair.

- Mrs Somerville. - Oh, good afternoon, Mr Turner.

- Ooh, what d'you have there? - Bit of drift bark.

- He's ruined a masterpiece. - I think not.

No shortage of them in this city.

There is no place for cynicism in the reviewing of art.

Oh, there. Shh, shh, shh...

but colour is not imparted to its reﬂections...

I suggest that you are Mr Turner, the illustrious painter,

Thank you, John.

I sympathise, but he attributes all of his failures

Mr Ruskin, sir,

- It is prismatic? - I fear not, sir.

and somewhat of a heavy heart,

- Here's 1,000 pounds. - Oh, I thank you in my humble way.

- Grout. - Mr Turner.

May I peruse it?

I will loan you 50 pounds.

Your Days are Numbered

that I am on my way to the porters,

Are we going to witness an explosion?

♪ Here the thorn that spreads thy bower

I shall cogitate upon it

Evelina, Georgiana, come and greet your father.

- Harmony and unity, William - Chemise.

Are we not blessed by the heavens

- I need a rest. - Pardon?

♪ I am just one and twenty the first of next May

- Aargh! - No, 'tis I.