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Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips
Oh, beg your pardon, sir.
- Relishing the day. - Capital.
By thy bosom so throbbing with truth
The elements dwarfing the elephants.
- Oh, indeed. - Bless the Lord, oh my soul
How was he taken?
I watch them boys down there in the sands whipping them poor donkeys.
And there we have it.
What? Oh!
I think we have successfully achieved the correct effect, William.
...is opa... is opaque.
- May I peruse it? - Indeed, sir, if you'd care to follow me.
Shh-sh-sh!
In short, their effects are like their qualities.
Indeed.
Hey!
Pox-ridden harridan as broad in the beam as the old Victory at Trafalgar.
I'm by way of observing poor Saint Sebastian here.
- Nothing. - Nothing?
With the added benefit, when it comes to the end of its working life,
- If that is method, it is pure madness. - But, what is it? Is it...
I will require your absolute stillness for the next ten seconds.
Mr John Ferneley, sir.
Set fair on departure, lumpy in the middle.
The little saviour of Trafalgar.
My dear Turner, I am obliged to inform you that your condition is grave.
- Good day to you, Hannah. - Good day to you, Aunt Sarah.
Perhaps it is the duty of the husband...
than them wretched souls on the slave ships.
on my way into my meagre breakfast.
long after our viewing.
Then you are refusing to accept the 50 pounds?
Whilst you goddesses are languishing in the kingdom of Hypnos,
And even when they've finished building that new railway,
- Mr Haydon, pray be seated. - I had rather not.
This old snout!
Your only surviving grandchild.
- I want you to see... - What?
Oh.
- No, it's not. - Don't ye worry about it now.
Jam tarts! Jam tans! Fresh jam tarts!
Oh, there. Let me take you in.
Let me take your hat.
- She's a pretty little thing. - Thank you, Grandfather.
that we had the good fortune of viewing it at the Academy last summer?
Madam, may I apprehend you with my condolences?
Indeed. You find yourself well, sir?
- Bronchioles still rattling? - No.
- The Temeraire! - The Temeraire!
- Mr Haydon, please lower your voice. - I will not, sir!
Oh, yes, Margate be famous for its schools.
My point being that, alas,
- Have you been out strolling, Aunt Sarah? - No, niece.
placed precisely off centre here,
- Morning, Mrs Stokes. - Morning.
Can you find him?
By thy eyes when half closed with delight
- But he will have to be careful. - Oh, dear.
You are a man of great vision, Mr Turner.
Only now I was admiring your seascape.
- Education is an important thing. - It is indeed, most important for everyone.
Humans can be dreadful cruel.
- Mallard. - Oh, Mr Mallard. Of course!
- Constable. - Turner.
I said to him, Are you the jolliest at home?
Hm...
- 'Tis warmer now. - Sultry day.
A hearty good morning to you, sir.
Oh!
Talent is something that lies dormant
I did, and the truth is, I can never travel by train
And what is your present endeavour, Turner?
- An optic? - Yes, sir, a glass lens.
Ah! Good morning, sir.
- So be it. - You cannot give your pictures away.
I can squeeze around here just about these days.
- Joshua. - Morning, sir.
You faring well?
- May I offer you a refreshment? - No, thank you kindly.
- Refrain from this shouting, Mr Haydon. - I will not!
doing everything in his power to malign me...
Then I can rest me weary legs.
and selling coffee, tea and slaves.
You're too preoccupied for your own good, sir.
our many expeditions to the warmer climes of the Mediterranean
Oh.
But what is this that greets my eyes?
- Fine around there, Gussy. - You think so?
♪ In thy breast... thy breast... - Thy breast.
Gentlemen.
No, no, no, no, no.
My little lad could draw afore he could read and write.
- For my sins. - He don't like to talk about it, though.
- Poppy oil, Joshua. - Yes, sir.
- This is the contraption? - Indeed, sir.
- What is he doing? - And why is he doing it?
Dear Molly, be still
- It did not sell. - Indeed not?
I have bethought me of a plan
You still making your nice little pictures, Mr Mallard?
I must get on.
- Good morning, Mr Turner. - Marlin, Sir Billy, Gussy.
- Good day, sir. - Good day to you, miss.
Find yourself well, John?
Now, Mrs Booth, if you would be so good as to come up to the house after four,
- Mr Leslie, - Turner.
His pictures look as if they were painted by somebody born without hands!
♪ May my wrongs create
Thank you, sir.
We have damn rats.
Mr Turner, sir!
Indeed, as mighty Apollo moves across his heavenly tract.
Do you think so?
- Haydon? - You have been most kind.
with the precision that I would wish.
Ah.
I was a hundred miles distant.
I sincerely hope you will. And, pray, do not keep us waiting.