Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Paintings always benefit his remarks.

- Harmony and unity, William - Chemise.

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

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

Militia Company, Antwerp Cathedral.

Are we not blessed by the heavens

- I need a rest. - Pardon?

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

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

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

I shall cogitate upon it

Furthermore, I have another fine painting in mind,

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

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

Your Days are Numbered

- Trouble. - ♪ Trou...

We never did find him, poor soul.

Are we going to witness an explosion?

so much as Haydon has need of the Academy.

We did not do right by her, poor woman.

Take, for example, your slave ship,

I sympathise, but he attributes all of his failures

Have you nothing to say to me?

Cover yourself up.

- Grout. - Mr Turner.

Will I be seeing you tonight?

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

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

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

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

fashioning a nib from steel and making money,

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

♪ Here to leave would raise a smart

And your pictures give me much pleasure.

that I am on my way to the porters,

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

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

and somewhat of a heavy heart,

♪ Here the thorn that spreads thy bower

- There. - Daddy!

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

Well, is it, Mr Turner?

I will loan you 50 pounds.

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

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

between teams of horses and teams of oxen.

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

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

Mr Ruskin, sir,

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

You're tired, my dear.

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

but colour is not imparted to its reﬂections...

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

Remind me again, what is your profession?

- Turner? - Hey, hey!

Thank you, John.

I shall have the balsam prepared.

Whereas, Mr Turner, had I done the same experiment

- Mr Pickersgill. - Good morning, William.

Good evening to you.

Reading, writing, arithmetic and geography with the globe.

I want them, all of them.

- Aargh! - No, 'tis I.

May I peruse it?

What ails thee?

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

My father and I are marvelling at this glorious work.

Very gracious of you to inquire.

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

My wife is especially partial

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

No shortage of them in this city.

Evelina, Georgiana, come and greet your father.

Bravo! The prodigal son.