Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

- Harmony and unity, William - Chemise.

but colour is not imparted to its reﬂections...

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

We did not do right by her, poor woman.

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

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

- Grout. - Mr Turner.

Militia Company, Antwerp Cathedral.

Your Days are Numbered

I will loan you 50 pounds.

Take, for example, your slave ship,

that I am on my way to the porters,

Good evening to you.

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

I sympathise, but he attributes all of his failures

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

I shall cogitate upon it

Bravo! The prodigal son.

- There. - Daddy!

Reading, writing, arithmetic and geography with the globe.

Have you nothing to say to me?

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

No shortage of them in this city.

- Turner? - Hey, hey!

Very gracious of you to inquire.

And your pictures give me much pleasure.

My wife is especially partial

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

Well, is it, Mr Turner?

- Mr Pickersgill. - Good morning, William.

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

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

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

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

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

Remind me again, what is your profession?

May I peruse it?

fashioning a nib from steel and making money,

Whereas, Mr Turner, had I done the same experiment

Are we going to witness an explosion?

Cover yourself up.

You're tired, my dear.

Will I be seeing you tonight?

between teams of horses and teams of oxen.

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

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

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

- I need a rest. - Pardon?

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

We never did find him, poor soul.

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

♪ Here the thorn that spreads thy bower

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

- Trouble. - ♪ Trou...

My father and I are marvelling at this glorious work.

Thank you, John.

so much as Haydon has need of the Academy.

and somewhat of a heavy heart,

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

Mr Ruskin, sir,

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

I shall have the balsam prepared.

Are we not blessed by the heavens

What ails thee?

- Aargh! - No, 'tis I.

I want them, all of them.

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

Evelina, Georgiana, come and greet your father.

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

Furthermore, I have another fine painting in mind,

♪ Here to leave would raise a smart

Paintings always benefit his remarks.