Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Quite so.
Come, Evelina.
dig the hole deeper,
I do not, Mrs Somerville.
He has a big smile on his face.
All your oils, your watercolours, your drawings, your sketchbooks,
Mr William's been getting in a stew about it.
- And do not talk to me of Turners work. - Please lower your voice, Mr Haydon.
She does not. She has not recovered.
Exceedingly beautiful.
It'll keep for the half-hour. Go and peruse your newspaper.
♪ Soon might each a witness be
- ...where have you been today? - Hm?
...to strengthen the colours.
Carew! This your man?
There's method in the madness, gentlemen.
If one has the opportunity to have it drawn out.
Though ignorant of an and taste,
but that time is now long past.
What is concealed behind the small brass cap?
railing against the motion that it must of necessity partake.
it being the first of the month.
I ain't touched a drop this many a long year.
For two or three shillings apiece on occasion.
- Your granddaughter' - Rosalie Adelaide.
Mind you, you're better off being a donkey
- Don't move. - I... slipped.
Upon the window sill, if you'd be so kind.
- My sketchbook. - Oh.
And he said, Yes, except for the doorknob because that gives everyone a handshake.
Oh, it is a terrifying scene!
Well, I didn't put 'em there.
Then they would no longer be saddled with me.
I am struck by the clarity with which you have captured the moment.
I fear that she may never do so.
♪ Pretty Kitty
- You just come off the boat? - Indeed.
- The Maggie or the Billy? - The Maggie.
Oh, I don't think we can quite use that term in the presence of Mr Turner.
Hmm.
- to anything other than his own behaviour. - Indeed.
♪ I'm good-tempered and kind and a youth to my mind
- I hope it meets his expectations. - It will.
- Good day. - Good day.
The image you create is not of colour.
...solitude...
Your pain is your own, sir. Do not inflict it upon your loved ones.
Oh...
Oh!
- He was wheezing last week. - Shh-sh-sh,
Go and rest your bones.
- You approve? - 'Tis well hung.
And what was your profession, Mr Turner?
From the fine city of Philadelphia, sir.
Turner!
She was your mother. Curse her!
- Man of the sea? - He was, weren't he?
It's the one...
- I'm looking for an old gentleman. - An old gentleman?
Although we will have to adjust the position of the easel from time to time.
- It is an achromatic lens. - Achromatic.
- Eliza, look at his nails! - Shh.
instead of a portfolio under their arms,
We have our own lives to lead. Come along, daughters.
There is an old gentleman lives next-door with his good lady wife.
Hm...
Oh! No, it isn't!
No more than is usual, sir.
My boy were eight year old when he did lose his father.
Ooh!
- Yet, prithee, dear Molly, be still - Yet, prithee, dear Molly, be still
Now, I appreciate that I am honoured
Somewhat blowy and the wind did kick up some white horses.
- Unlikely. - Tomorrow?
I certainly do not acknowledge your presidency.
Shall you be putting those chattels away? I should.
♪ In thy bream breast
It might have gained in potency with an increase of arrows.
Has the look of a fallen angel.
Thank you, Turner.
You swines! You swines!
Indeed.
- Up there by the Dane. - Back of the old town.
- Shortness of breath? - Yes.
Oh, no, sir.
Watch the sunset, say goodnight to the milkmaids.
- Oh! Ha, ha! - Daddy's little jest.
I do thank you too, sir.
It was somewhat turbulent
- Er, no, he was at Camperdown. - Ah.
I'm filled with boundless glee,
I am in dire and pressing need of 100 pounds.
'Tis he.
I am a rich and cultured boy.
Sit down, Georgiana.
Gentlemen, are we as one?
Wis a natural phenomenon that I have long desired to witness.
With your Lordship's permission,
Be so kind as to enter the vestibule.