Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We both did.
Ah, you girl, Griet.
Jan?
I'll see you later.
She's not set so much as a foot in his studio from that day to this.
No, we are drawing.
I'll be in my studio until dinner.
"Thinking about your butcher boy?"
He's painted me.
She'll fetch the meat now.
Johannes, that's it.
No.
He won't even let me see it.
I'll put it in the book, then. Owed by Griet...
Look at me.
And if I'm to spend tedious hours sitting
Art.
You're not paid to stand gawping all day.
- You shouldn't believe gossip. - Oh, I don't.
Find a way.
And the wine winkling through the glass.
Do you know the house of Master Vermeer?
Did you get the lapis?
On the master's account.
There.
Water for the table.
An he won't be taken for one, so don't think otherwise.
You've heard?
My mother will expect me home.
Considered? It's already in hand. Didn't I tell you?
No stinting, eh?
He's no fool, mind you.
A picture made of light.
Come on, keep up.
It's the old woman's idea to combine the birth feast and the viewing.
No, no, stop it, stop it. My God, woman, you could sell sour milk to cows.
No, Cornelia, not my pearls.
Put a mattress in the attic for Griet.
Oh, not with Emilie
I won't turn out for small beer and biscuits, tell her.
You'll have to wait then.
You do it.
She knows where you are, Griet.
This is Griet, the new maid.
she cannot abide the smell when she's with child.
I want to see this painting.