Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, Jan, don't you dare leave.
- If I thought she'd be... - With another child due
when I have been so clever as to track you down?
Nurse! Come on! Quickly.
what takes your fancy?
cock and bull story.
I'll take that.
You don't need to ask me about such matters.
You'll take your meals with me and the children.
This is called "a lens."
Leave it alone. I'll find it. Please, sir.
Again.
You've to admit, my friend, French swords are the best.
You didn't get me. I got you.
Look at him, he's your little brother.
What Color Are They? Where Are The Pink Ones? There's No Pink Ones! I Want Pink. No Pink. Because It's A Boy! Peanuts & Marbles & Magical Miracles, That's What Little Boys Are made of!
Blue... and grey.
She'll turn spiteful at this, you mark my words.
Your name will surely be famed as one of the great patrons.
chops...
There is nothing to see. You're making yourself ridiculous.
It's all the same to you,
A month or so.
and Griet can clean the studio before she comes down in the morning.
pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
How hard is it to paint a pretty girl?
I'm to show you round.
Because you don't understand!
Not today.
Just remember who you are.
Better carry it through.
This will make verdigris.
I want some colors.
- Griet. - Griet?
Or...