Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What did you see?
Can I have her?
I need more rags, girl.
Has he found his composition?
A coming fellow from Amsterdam.
Twist from the shoulder.
But you said yourself it's very dull.
What color are they?
to give Him thanks and praise for our safe passage...
You did not get it. I did.
Wine...
A camera obscura.
Yes I can.
Keep clear of their Catholic prayers.
Now, girl...
There now, I forgot.
We'll see you again, Griet.
Make way now.
Well...
A tavern scene. It will make a change for you.
This has to be, Griet.
The front of your cap, fold it back.
You watched me paint it.
You can go.
That...
Good morning. - So Griet...
He made a bargain with me. He's painting you at my pleasure.
Go in.
- No way. - It's mine.
Lace and satin pressed tight against the plump little bubbies.
I will not be calm!
Brothers and sisters...
Griet, there's been talk of you.
Studied under Rembrandt van Rijn,
Tell Tanneke the new maid is here.
Oh, Jan, isn't he just like you?
We all are.
I cannot bear the suspense a moment longer, Master Van Ruijven.
I don't know.
Please. Let me look for you.
- And dancing. - It's better. Better, better.
This is for you.
Point of light in the shadow of the neck leading the eye.
How much longer is the wet nurse to be with us, mistress?
She's nothing but trouble.