Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'll pay tomorrow. - No.
I believe, if you look hard,
Come on. We have to do this on our own.
Overconfidence, this, and a small screw driver. I'm sorted.
- You couldn't see him. - No.
I've seen many things, my friend.
Go to the church at the right time and hope the monster still turns up.
And why is it feeling its way helplessly around the walls of the room?
You do have a plan...don't you?
You don't have to tell me.
I've come to accept the only person who's going to love my paintings is me.
Do painting!
Wow! What a whinger. I kept saying to him,
- What? - Something very not good indeed.
Excuse me. If I can just interrupt for one second. Sorry, everyone.
utterly merciless, utterly abandoned Krafayis.
It was like Shakespeare knocking off Othello,
Good.
Like the villagers who scream at me.
Scavenging across the universe.
And especially astonishing because Van Gogh did it
Don't worry, I'll risk it. What's the worst that can happen?
And this is the mighty Musée d'Orsay.
But last night we were lucky.
What are you doing here? What are you doing here?
- Yes. - No.
Half the pictures on the wall of the Musée D'Orsay will disappear.
As much as you admire his command of colour and shape,
I'll try my best.
which I will then share with whomever I choose.
Come on. Come out, let's go outside.
there might be more to life than normal people imagine?
I was thinking I may need some food or something before we leave.
It has changed hands for something in the region of 20...
You are not the first to decline the offer.
I mean, really. Wow.
Sorry, um, Vincent.
Oh, the long life of Vincent Van Gogh.
maybe we did indeed make a couple of little changes.
"Come on. Come and get me. Come on.
He was the doctor who took care of Van Gogh when he started to go mad.
And a couple of chairs.
Right. Are you in here somewhere? I can't apologise enough.
I don't know!
- No Krafayis. - No Krafayis.
Yes...ish.
Look, look. It's me, it's me, it's me. It's the Doctor, look.
"either side of the face."
Your hair is orange.