Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- And what circumstances might they be? - Straightened circumstances, sir.
not to forget Captain Jones and Mr Roberts, of course,
- Are you keeping well? - I am.
I mean, why would he go and destroy a perfectly good painting?
The universe is chaotic and you make us see it.
Stretch me no longer on this rough world.
♪ I don't envy my betters but bear 'em good will
Mr Turner seems to have taken leave of form altogether.
Thank you very much.
- Might that be a glass of water? - No, a bowl.
Behold.
whose realisations are confined to mere naked tetra firma,
Oh, indeed, sir? I am much intrigued.
Excellent.
Oh, cease your costermonger sounds!
50 pounds is not sufficient. Five pounds is tantamount to an insult.
- Well, the ox is a sluggish beast - Yes, but strong.
I sense an excess of modesty in Mr Turner and there is no need for such humility.
I trust that this is not an inconvenience to you, Turner.
It is a privilege that was not afforded to me.
He is not of our temper.
And the spirit immediately drove him out into the wilderness.
I have a seven by five-and-a-half ready sized and primed.
Oh...
- Sublime or ridiculous, he says. - Well, perhaps he should make up his mind.
Sir, I beseech you, brook your ire.
They say 5,000 oaks went into making that ship.
Thank you, Mr Turner.
What is the hour?
vapour,
Thank you, Cornelius,
Oh, my Molly, dear Molly, be still.
Even the purest mirror gives a tone to the sky
There is nothing here for us.
Indeed not, Mr Turner.
♪ Remember me
Damn his eyes.
Ultramarine's gone up to a guinea a bladder.
Oh, I believe Mr Turner knows well enough what he's doing, Sir Martin.
without recalling your miraculous painting.
The tides be subject to the effect of the moon.
never ceases to quicken the beat of my heart.
They do say this town be the first place in England
this needle would not have been magnetised.
What is this heinous implement?
Open wide.
The auctioneer's hammer has struck that final blow.
But here he uses his whole array of kitchen stuff.
Mm-hm.
- Good evening, Nat. - Oh, good evening, my Lord.
- Oh, God! I bow to him! - And damn good ones too, sir!
Claude was a man of his time.
The name eludes you?
even at the early age of four.
I do not recall the last time we had as much coal in our scuttle as that.
The bitch!
Oh.
No, no, no, no. Sit ye down, sit ye down.
with good, solid, wooden floors,
Five-pound note, exceeding pretty.
Your painting, sir, is hanging next-door to that of Mr Turner.
It will come.
He's brought a cold blast of air in with him.
then reinter the coffins with another atop.
Mr Billy.
Thank you most kindly.
In good health, thank the Lord.
How apt, Mother.
Here, Mr Booth.
we none of us do know what lies ahead.
- I hope you're enjoying your supper. - Mm.
Daddy was the finest barber in Covent Garden.
To be administered in this case by the fourth B: the admirable Mrs Booth.
On account of that explosion,
Indeed.
Frangibility and such like.
And your dear wife, Mrs Haydon, is she faring well?
Indeed, sir?
It's a glass cathedral.
A wee nub of wax.
I shall cogitate upon it
Surely, regardless of how cold the start of the life of the gooseberry might be,
Most agreeable'
To be sat on by 5,000 fat arses.
- You find yourself well? - Passing fair, thank you. And you?
I find myself enduring nothing more
Treated like animals, they was.
- I will have you forcibly removed. - Yes, do it!
- Led me back to chapel. - Mm... hm!
- Good day to you, sir. - And a very good day to you, Mrs D.
- Hat on or hat off? - Er... may I ask your profession, sir?
Somewhat weakened, sir.
I need a rest.
May I suggest, Mrs D, with the utmost respect,
And sell 'em, all of 'em.
Gentlemen.
I have, from time to time, attempted it with the green and the blue,
Georgiana, cease your dithering!
...or refractions like a coloured glass
I shall. I shall tell her. I will tell her.
Thank you. How many do you want?
- Chrome yellow, Joshua, - Chrome yellow, sir.
Little maid, gamboge gown, left foot instep, touch of highlight.
I must confess, Mr Turner,
- It's a buoy! - Bravo!
- Where would you have me sit? - Wherever you wish.
Eastertide, the good Lord took her from us.
And... we begin.
So, the end of the needle that was exposed to the violet light
Terrible, they pour souls as perished, two score or more.
Where is the canvas?
'Twas ever thus. You've always been preoccupied.
Tea?
- Carew. - Oh!
Yeah, cos one is going up whilst the other...
Terribly flat.
no thanks to your ungrateful son.
- And the victor? - The horses.
- Your latest infant? - To be sure, Father.