Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, my dear Turner, how are you feeling?
I care not for your work, sir. I care not a fig.
♪ I'm up early and late and though humble my state
This would be one of the many reasons
♪ Pop the question to Kitty
I'm green-eyed with envy.
By thy lips' quivering motion I ween
I don't care for that much.
No, Mr Ruskin.
Yet again in the anteroom,
♪ No trouble
Particles into chaos.
everything you've ever produced.
- Master of Chancery, - Breathe in.
- Best do it now. - Yes.
is written with a Gillott pen nib, one of my nibs.
Well, I must say, it is no less impressive on its second viewing.
- Sir Isaac Newton, Daddy. - Ah!
- Nothing exists in isolation. - Indeed.
Oh, no, no.
Any further consideration to mechanicalising the thresher?
- The King's private secretary, Knighton. - Oh.
I'm so sorry.
Therefore I can advance you 50 pounds.
Good man.
She has a pleasing countenance, when she smiles.
It's that Mr Haydon.
it makes a very succulent dish.
you've witnessed a hammer being produced from a lady's reticule.
but he will not wait forever.
Philadelphia? 'Tis on the eastern coast, is it not?
who I do not believe you've had the pleasure of previous.
My landlord, he's a good man, a patient man,
Sad.
- Eggs and spinach. - No, soap suds and whitewash.
I am an uneducated, self-taught Scotch woman.
- Very good health to you too, sir. - Will you not take a drink yourself?
I thank you for a most convivial evening.
It should have been Wilkie.
With my kisses I'll hide 'em, I will
it would be his salvation.
♪ I love thee
Stay there. Oh, my dear.
You faring well?
- What else do you need? - Bottle of poppy oil, some Indian red.
- I have a proposition to make. - Oh?
That is indeed commendable.
the question as to the depiction of the seas and the oceans
T'other way.
- Splendid. - Well, do come in.
- bed, balsam and broth. - Oh.
- 'Tis of no consequence. - Quite.
Mr Haydon, to what do I owe the honour of your presence this morning?
He was a master of the razor and the brush.
We didn't have no choice, Daddy.
Do as you wish, view as you wish.
Oh...
- Indeed? - I am afraid so, Captain Jones.
I've cleaned your boots for'ee.
Come and sit down. Sit ye down.
Do you see the elephant?
♪ And I'm called Pretty Kitty
That is a thing of beauty.
Ah, the holy city, Mr Turner.
But in the end... he could not save his own.
- How fares the old uncle? - Bearing up, considering.
Why are you shrouded in the manner of a condemned monk?
No, no... no.
It would, but I fear it may be beyond our purse, John.
Er, Mr Duckworth.
My word is my bond.
- Coleman's. - Oh.
The Niagara Falls...
'Tis a willing sacrifice, is it not?
Two things delight me in my life:
And we have had nothing from you, sir.
- This be my better most chamber, - Exceeding homely.
- Good day to you, sir. - Good day to thee.
Why, I have recorded the great falls of Niagara, sir.
It is indeed, Mr President.
Turner, I am a man of wealth,
- And yourself? - Yes, yes.
unless you feel free to leave of your own volition.
Thank you.
Water often possesses colour
- Turner. - Sir.
Fellow with a box.
so the quality of his painting suffers.
Yes?
Would it not sit splendidly above the fireplace in the library, Father?
- What was that? - At Ostend.
Poor, wretched soul.
Now, if I may ask you to focus your gaze here, on the flowers,
There be a gentleman.
And if you ever feel the need of a bit of company
Dirty water.
I expect you'll be tired after your journey.
Oh.