Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There, that's it.
Make time.
This is only a trial. Nothing is settled yet.
She smashed half the china...
Cornelia!
Sir.
Come on.
Don't rush away, Griet, please.
That's your sleeping place.
- Very long? - No.
Griet.
It's clean enough this side of town.
There you are.
Good.
Now you understand.
No. I already... already begun a group painting.
Leave that.
You took your time. Lose your way, did you?
I have a right to know.
- Can we go? - Here's my man.
You're a fly in his web.
Not a word.
Is this Indian yellow?
There are colors in the clouds.
Pieter...
This is too thin.
In the book again?
Should I clean the windows?
My wife need not know.