Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, nothing, I'm just trying to paint this pheasant's bust. You know?
Joseph Lyman showed us the picture you gave him.
Better be making your wedding dress
Forever.
It's okay. There will be another eclipse.
Well, I'd say perhaps that headmistress had a flea up her arse.
Where is he supposed to go?
We stared at that corpse for what felt like hours.
It's not that I didn't wanna find God. I did.
Who, me?
the hour of death.
Don't be ridiculous.
No, yeah. You sketched your tits really well.
With all my heart, I did.
Ellen Mandeville Grout.
No, Emily.
You're gonna be a great poet.
Ben Newton, will you anti-marry me?
No, no. Really, I can't accept any more mittens.
- Amen. - Amen.
Okay.
- Don't be flippant. - I'm not.
Mother, we have a minor injury.
I hope you all plan to watch
Yes, please. Some fresh air would do me good.