Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[screaming]
[distorted laughter]
I know you want to see my new paintings.
[snarling]
We have a guest.
[roars]
[snarling]
or altruism
She's a remarkable young woman.
Deus knows what they eat.
[door creaks]
Where have you been?
Smithfield here was busy railing against Cézanne.
[disembodied growling]
Children.
Yog-sothoth.
Oh, sh… shit!
BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER BUT WHAT ABOUT THE TRUST?
what do you have there?
Papa!
Is he unwell?
[creaking]
[grating music playing]
Joe?
No! He's my friend.
[agitated music playing]
Go, explore.
[distant laughter]
[sizzling]
No.
[groans]
How much longer must I keep my neck like this?
[screaming]
powerful.
What? I'm just getting into the swing of it.
[ominous music playing]
[fire crackles]
Friends?
I'll ask for you to head through to the gallery for a viewing.
and one that reveals to us the many layers of our world.
Where's our son?!
Well…
[mysterious music playing]
but it was never about the money.
He said it was rotten.
are real.
Huh. Funny.
Well, something certainly did.
You remember William Thurber, of course.
My dear niece Rebecca swears you're quite the artist.
Dickie, you stop it! What are you doing?!
Oh, come now.
[breathes shakily]