Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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