Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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