Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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