Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Have you nothing to say to me?

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

Are we going to witness an explosion?

I shall cogitate upon it

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

Furthermore, I have another fine painting in mind,

♪ Here to leave would raise a smart

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

I will loan you 50 pounds.

Are we not blessed by the heavens

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

Your Days are Numbered

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

- Turner? - Hey, hey!

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

Take, for example, your slave ship,

Evelina, Georgiana, come and greet your father.

And your pictures give me much pleasure.

but colour is not imparted to its reﬂections...

We never did find him, poor soul.

Well, is it, Mr Turner?

My father and I are marvelling at this glorious work.

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

May I peruse it?

No shortage of them in this city.

fashioning a nib from steel and making money,

- I need a rest. - Pardon?

I want them, all of them.

- Mr Pickersgill. - Good morning, William.

I sympathise, but he attributes all of his failures

Reading, writing, arithmetic and geography with the globe.

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

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

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

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

- Grout. - Mr Turner.

- Aargh! - No, 'tis I.

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

Cover yourself up.

We did not do right by her, poor woman.

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

so much as Haydon has need of the Academy.

Good evening to you.

- Harmony and unity, William - Chemise.

and somewhat of a heavy heart,

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

that I am on my way to the porters,

Whereas, Mr Turner, had I done the same experiment

Thank you, John.

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

Will I be seeing you tonight?

Mr Ruskin, sir,

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

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

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

My wife is especially partial

Bravo! The prodigal son.

♪ Here the thorn that spreads thy bower

- There. - Daddy!

Remind me again, what is your profession?

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

I shall have the balsam prepared.

between teams of horses and teams of oxen.

You're tired, my dear.

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

Paintings always benefit his remarks.

What ails thee?

- Trouble. - ♪ Trou...

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

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

Very gracious of you to inquire.

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

Militia Company, Antwerp Cathedral.