Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mrs Booth.
Typhus epidemic amongst the cargo, slaves die on board, no insurance.
that the sun do reach of a morning.
Did you go back to Hyde Park?
Daddy likes to affect the pretence of being a dunce.
There is no immediate cause for concern, Mrs Booth.
Mr Ruskin, I fail to see wherein lies the charity
Most droll.
We had broken glass everywhere. It were terrible.
My other piece, where is it located?
- Well, you'll have to cancel it. - 'Tis painless.
Ladies, pray, sit yourselves.
I have often pondered, might there be a distinction
- Thackeray reviles it. - How so?
Manchester, Leeds, Newcastle, I have been giving my lecture.
we may proceed,
- The cam-ra? - Yes, sir.
'Twill be a marvel to behold.
- Sir Martin. - Sir?
Might I find you at the same address?
- Good day to you, sir. - Good day to you, madam.
I enjoy my wealth.
An essential quality for a prodigal, sir, is humility.
Good night, Mr Mallard, sir.
- 'Tis pitiable. - It is pitiable, Turner.
A small bowl of water, madam, if you'd be so kind.
- Don't you want your breakfast? - No, thank you kindly.
Ye common throng and hoi polloi,
Oh.
Oh... there.
And what might that price be?
Oh, you do look most handsome.
- Thank you, miss. - Thank you, sir.
rather than pursuing his own peculiar convictions,
that I find his rendering of the sea rather insipid, dull and uninspiring.
Oh!
- She is learning French. - And music.
- It's a sketch for the painting. - Oh?
I am not unsympathetic to your impecunity, Haydon.
So, will you be taking the boat back from Chelsea Pier there?
♪ Who is open and free would be happy with me
She'd make a fine subject for you to paint, Turner.
trawling back and forth on that old steamer every time you wants to see me.
they remove the soil, extract the coffins,
Westerly aspect, fine sunset.
Say something in French.
gratis.
favour the colder climes of our victorious isles.
it destroys all the colour of nature by its...
Good day to you, Mrs Danby. Would you care to step this way?
It is wretched and abortive.
Mr Haydon, I will not have personal attacks like this on the Academy floor.
My dear late mother always insisted that both the gooseberry and the rhubarb
Night coach from Brighton proved to be an heinous travail.
Raise your pot of grog. To the fine, fighting Temeraire!
Margate, yes,
Forever.
- Claude Lorrain was a genius. - Quite so.
They are too valuable. Don't be a fool, man. See sense.
I'll buy it.
- Where'd you have this done, then? - Up in town on the Strand.
consuming those unfortunate Negro slaves
Mr Mallard...
somewhere by your beloved River Thames, but not too far from London Town,
You might as well have taken my painting and put it in the outhouse.
- Oh, 'twas early today! - We'd the best of the tide.
Oh, I shall send out for the laudanum directly.
- Good day, sir. - Madam.
He came through. He's a hardy old cove.
Lay upon the bed.
Thank you, Cornelius.
Can do this time of year.
I will not, sir. You are free of your debt.
- Five-and-twenty to seven. - Oh.
- Here's the thing. - Hm?
Thank you. Yeah, yeah.
- He is. I'll tell him you're here. - I can inform him myself, thank you kindly.
It is indicative of mental disease.
Most kind in your placement. You have finished me.
has produced a magnetic north pole.
My sympathies, commiserations, for the loss of your dear departed man.
I do not, sir.
Three steps down.
Shh, shh, shh.
- It weighs heavily upon me. - Sir, you owe me 50 pounds.
I recall it provoked much heated and stimulating discussion
I do my best
Quite so.
Please, sir.
No more urge that soft sigh to thy will
Do it! Remove me from your nest of portrait painters!
Hm.
- We placed it in the anteroom. - The anteroom.
Your canvas.
- He lives next door. - Number six.