Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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