Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What? - Something very not good indeed.

"Come on. Come and get me. Come on.

I was thinking I may need some food or something before we leave.

Right. Are you in here somewhere? I can't apologise enough.

Don't worry, I'll risk it. What's the worst that can happen?

Come on. Come out, let's go outside.

Come on. We have to do this on our own.

maybe we did indeed make a couple of little changes.

- No Krafayis. - No Krafayis.

Sorry, um, Vincent.

Overconfidence, this, and a small screw driver. I'm sorted.

I've seen many things, my friend.

And why is it feeling its way helplessly around the walls of the room?

You do have a plan...don't you?

And a couple of chairs.

You don't have to tell me.

He was the doctor who took care of Van Gogh when he started to go mad.

- You couldn't see him. - No.

I mean, really. Wow.

which I will then share with whomever I choose.

Look, look. It's me, it's me, it's me. It's the Doctor, look.

As much as you admire his command of colour and shape,

But last night we were lucky.

Excuse me. If I can just interrupt for one second. Sorry, everyone.

You are not the first to decline the offer.

Wow! What a whinger. I kept saying to him,

What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

Half the pictures on the wall of the Musée D'Orsay will disappear.

It was like Shakespeare knocking off Othello,

- I'll pay tomorrow. - No.

Like the villagers who scream at me.

there might be more to life than normal people imagine?

And this is the mighty Musée d'Orsay.

It has changed hands for something in the region of 20...

I'll try my best.

"either side of the face."

And especially astonishing because Van Gogh did it

utterly merciless, utterly abandoned Krafayis.

Your hair is orange.

Oh, the long life of Vincent Van Gogh.

Scavenging across the universe.

I've come to accept the only person who's going to love my paintings is me.

Go to the church at the right time and hope the monster still turns up.

I believe, if you look hard,