Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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