Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your very good health, madam, sir.
- There. - Now, bustle about.
Open wide.
So you are an artist, Mrs Somerville?
I shall leave you to take your refreshment.
How can they appear the same?
No, thank you, madam. I purchased a potato on the boat.
You are too kind.
- Unhand me! - Remove this man!
I can't leave this.
For certain 'tis!
Well, it's weather,
Dr Price...
I humbly accept the 50 pounds.
If you will find a little house for us,
I wager we've not seen the end of this, gentlemen.
There.
Is that so, sir?
Good day to you, Mr Turner.
To which we have all borne witness in Mrs Ruskin's excellent gooseberry pie.
I am up before the lark to witness Helios popping his head above the parapet,
Enticing.
- A naval man, I believe. - Indeed, he was a vice admiral.
Felicitations of the evening to you, your Lordship.
- The saucy Temeraire. - Going to her death, I fear.
Yet when I gaze upon a work of Claude
Oh, Mr Mallard. Everything satisfactory in your chamber?
I do not doubt that the gooseberry for its preference may enjoy the warm,
Madam.
He did used to enjoy a tipple, though that were long before I knew him.
It is my strong belief
- Did she so? - She did.
Splendid, He couldn't be in better hands.
Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters
Yeah, cast us another morsel.
regarding the long deceased Claude
I had some success in the business.
Can we help, my dear?
- Turner and Jones. - Mr Turner, Captain Jones.
The man's impossible.
where we do not exactly encounter an abundance of gooseberries?
Thank you, Cornelius,
That is as it may be.
♪ Here we meet too soon to part
When my son was but a small boy,
Oh, what an elegant residence.
'Twas not how the poor soul perished.
The other absorbs it.
Exceedingly preoccupied, madam.
- The Niagara Falls? - Indeed, sir.
Well, he were a dear man.
Get back into bed now, Joseph Mallard William Turner!
- Is he out and about his business? - That he is.
He has the air of despondency upon him.
Where is that wretched baker's boy?
Yeah, Amsterdam.
paintings, sculpture and other booty.
- Daddy, some tacks for Mrs Somerville. - No, no tacks, Mr Turner.
Pan your legs.
If there be anything you do need, Doctor...
What is the element contained within the violet light
- Bonjour. - Bonjour, Papa.
- Ah! Forget my fate. - ♪ Ah!
Rejoice! Hurrah! Hip, hip, hooray!
Oh!
I fear that I, too, am finished.
- It's been a long while, ain't it? - Mm-hm, yeah.
Oh, I can't take this, sir. It is far too much.
- Good day to you, Doctor. - Good day, Mrs Booth. Thank you.
- Oh, dear. All right? - It's passing.
- Nice day, sir. - Mm-hm.
- Oh! - Thank you.
I do thank ye, Doctor. Let me show ye out.
Rock crushing a house in Switzerland.
Oh, Daddy, I'm in need of an eight-by-six.
Well, I can furnish you with five pounds this morning.
Took a few brave soldiers with it an' all.
♪ Had they light of life to see
- I have done nothing of the sort. - ...and spoil my genius.
Good. Well, you sit there and make yourself comfy.
Well, I should introduce myself. My name is Mrs Booth.
You be a lodgings, then?
- He didn't like it. - Did he not?
How so?
I think talents can be crushed as much as they may be drawn out.
- It is in fine company. - This is treachery!
Chrome yellow, scarlet lake, lead white.
Welcome home, Mr Billy.
May I propose as a topic for discussion
I do, the two of us together.
Bravo! Marvellous!
Oh? Oh, I am sorry.
- Of robust constitution? - She has an excellent character.
There, Mr Mallard. This'll warm you up.
What a curious fate is mine.
So I'm to become a non-entity.
To the centre of... where love lies between
Thank you.
Exert yourself unduly and you will go to an early grave.
- Mr Turner? - Hm?
you put me in mind of a Greek sculpture I'm familiar with, of Aphrodite,
Now, is there anything else I can provide for you?
Thank you, Cornelius,
It is the latest thing in art.
- Your good health, sir. - And yours, Mr Gillott.