Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your lovely daughter too.
Green as grass, mind you.
My jewels.
You lock up at night,
Men.
My ears are not pierced.
She should at her age.
Yourself and Emilie.
No more hiding now.
sand and soap.
It helps.
do you think it finished?
They are just paintings.
Papa?
To the left.
Your friends all about. Music.
I tell you, if I was a few years younger...
The child needs a draught.
So...
Wear these.
where is that smile you owe me,
Griet!
Ah, there you are, my dear.
Tanneke can sleep soundly...
Now turn your head, not your shoulders.
So, finished at last.
I'll take your bait.
So, the butcher... that's a good trade.