Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr Haydon, I am much preoccupied.
Whalers? Spicers?
Nimbus, Sir Billy, nimbus,
As a boy.
The Pathétique.
Show the gentleman to your chamber, dear.
- So, you had a good walk, then? - As far as Broadstairs and back.
Yes.
Ah, please do, Mr Turner.
I trust you had a pleasant journey?
The howling sound of sorrow.
that I find myself quite unable to answer your question
And this one is vile.
I'll get you a drink.
Come in. You can finish that later.
I shall cover the bottom half of the needle so that it is not exposed.
Ooh!
If not for her, the Victory might never again have seen our shores.
Continuing satisfaction as to the arrangement, your Lordship?
Did you find tolerable diggings?
- No, - Too good for him.
- Aha! - Let us put the paper in place.
One must trust in providence. Colour of eye?
She made our life a living hell.
without a pane of glass left in the entire place.
- At the appointed hour, I believe. - Indeed, sir.
- That should suit, - Right you be.
Mr Haydon, do you still find yourself in a position of impecuniousness?
- I would not wish to impose, madam. - Oh, not at all, Mr Mallard.
My little lad.
I do not wish it in such a circumstance.
- Splendid nostrils. - Thank you kindly.
Would everything be to your satisfaction, Mr Turner?
'Tis Mr Turner's latest piece, which placed above your mantelpiece...
A passport to bliss is thy will
- Mr Carew! - Turner!
Shh, shh, 'tis I'
Madam.
Oh, good,
His complaint with life is as absurd as that of a spoke in a wheel,
It was stuffed full of yacking and cackling females.
The sun's up in all its glory.
My name eludes me from time to time.
What is your price for a bladder of ultramarine?
Oh, dear! That is a long way. You'll sleep well tonight.
Not unlike a telescope, sir.
Good. Oh, dear! Do be coming along blowing now.
Wretched things! It's an epidemic.
I must confess
Now, sir...
There... No!
He is in fact a man of high intellect.
Oh, you flatter me. Oh, what an epic storm scene!
Oh, dear.
- Grazie. - Prego.
- Good morning, sir. - A very good day to you, sir.
...my terms is one guinea for the week with no meals
- Is she, now? - Mathematician, astronomer, geologist.
- We're going there. - Where?
Pray, view at your leisure.
He were foying over there on Goodwin Sands.
As do I.
- Dull. - It's rather dark, isn't it?
ladies and gentlemen, our next offering, we hope,
- Oh, yes. Terrible sickness. - Aye.
We are surviving as best we can under the circumstances.
Au revoir, madame.
Yes, thank you'
- Good afternoon, sir. - Good day to you, madam.
Oh...
Are you interested in poetry, sir?
- No. - Oh.
- A very good evening to you, sir. - Evening, Manners.
That has thrown all those wee particles into chaos.
Five pounds?
He has a sharp and cynical tongue.
Mr Haydon, what is your quarrel?
- Now, you would be Mr... - Mr Booth.
Er...
Nevertheless, Daddy, Mrs Somerville is a fine watercolourist.
Thank you.
Er... no, sir. The camera.
Good for glue.
My point exactly, Mr Turner,
- Did you sail from Rotterdam? - No, Dieppe.
- Three steps down, Mrs Somerville. - Take care.
♪ How dotingly
Welcome home.
I do thank you for this.
I like to drink and gourmandise...
- Jonesy, Carlo. - William.
No, no, no, no, no, no. There be no shoes on your feet!
Do you have children yourself, Mr Turner?
Good evening, William.
It comes to us from the United States, sir.
I shall return by and by.
It is anxious each wish to fulfil
Dirty linen.
- It's a pleasure to see you. - Mr Ruskin!
You have neither charity nor pity nor debt.
a companion piece,
Twenty-two?
- Good day to you, Billy. - Delighted you could join us.
And what will the British nation pay you?
Me damsel, be so kind as to escort the gentleman into the street.
just perfect for our experiment.
he was overheard to remark that...
Consider this as a statement of intent.
I took the steamer to Westminster, about an hour.
Ye common throng and hoi polloi,
- He is back? - We are expecting him any day now.
Indeed so.
Daddy.
No... thank you, miss.
Might I ask you to loan me some money, Turner?
Now...
No one's ever said that about my nose before.
Be sanguine, fill your boots.
and we are almost ready.
His fate, I fear, he won't enjoy.
Oh.
You're the master of the brush now, Mr Turner.
As a telescope?
From the tip of your nose to the bridge to the curve of your brow