Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What if he's dead? - He has never been late.
Oh.
Will you play for your friend?
Carlo!
E for elegance. Four dollars if I may.
- Did you enjoy the class? - Very much so.
Of course, of course, of course.
- Why, I was offered $20 for mine. - What?
with the intensity it deserved,
Well, uh, I thought I was being hired to accompany Madam Florence's lessons.
She abhors all pointed objects,
- Oh, Whitey. - Bunny.
I have never seen such a pathetic,
- I'm a silly woman. - No.
Never again, Mr McMoon. You understand?
My darling, it's me. It's me.
<i>♪ Figlia mia non è</i>
<i>♪ Faintly the old music box plays</i>
not mockers and scoffers like you and your artistic friends.
House lights down, please, Mr Totten.
You inspire me. I shall write some lyrics for you.
Bloody, bawdy villain!
<i>- ♪ When I have sung my songs</i> - Listen...
Bravo!
Now, we are ten minutes away from going on stage.
<i>♪ Ha, ha</i>
It's Cole Porter. And Tallulah Bankhead.
I've brought you our recording.
Hey, guys, you're not gonna believe this. You gotta hear this.
- Cheer! Cheer! Bravo! - Yeah, come on.
When Mr Bayfield is away playing golf, the days can seem awfully long.
A battle is raging. Volleys of arrows pierce the air.
Well, then, I shall find a copy.
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Oh! That's kind of you, Mr Bayfield.
Right.
He's raping my ears. Make him stop, make him stop.
Alright.
Yeah.
- Goodnight, Mr Bayfield. - Goodnight.
while human vermin laughs at my wife?
- Uh-huh? - I've booked the hall.
Let's straighten you up. Five minutes, please, Mr Totten.
Darling. Augustus is here.
There you go.
Oh! Oh, my God!
Now, <i>schnell, schnell</i>. Go on, quickly. You're a very naughty Valkyrie.
Bravo, Bunny. Bravo! Bravissima!
I can hear you in there.
But this place is just... it's so big, you know.
A-ha. Thank you.
Shh, shh. Shh, shh.
Oh, is he now, Bunny?
<i>♪ Faint melodies bring back old days</i>
I'll speak to Dr Hertz and let him know.
Let me just take your bags, madam.
So I implore you to continue to support the musical life of this city.
- Where's Florence? - She's gone to powder her nose.
Sing, Bunny, sing!
<i>♪ Oh how funny! Ah, ha, ha!</i>
Here we are! Oh!
She has seizures from time to time, when she has overexerted herself.
Thank you, Mr Zeigler! Thank you!
I love you, my bunny.
- That little McMoon. - I'm so very sorry. Just one moment.
Watch where you're going , ya fool !
<i>♪ Dans les grands mimosas</i>
Yes.
I'm here. Can you hear me?
Do show him in, Kitty, please.
<i>♪ Your blunder almost takes the cake</i>
America's greatest popular songwriter, Stephen Foster,
You'll never be more ready.
<i>on the NBC Radio Network.</i>
We're greatly honoured. I hope you enjoy the evening.
"President and founder, Florence Foster Jenkins",
<i>♪ You amuse me! Ah, ha, ha!</i>
No, you don't need to do that, Madam Florence.
she's paying you well and she knows, well, she knows everyone.
<i>♪ No lady's maid could be full of so much grace, you see</i>
When did you contract the disease?
To hold nearly 3,000 people in the cup of your hand.
Seeing as we're talking in a familiar fashion,
will be both shocking and terrifying.
Now. That's it.
Well, from the start, Florence felt that my health was paramount.
<i>♪ My speech so disarming</i>
Has the impending potato-salad catastrophe been averted?
- I'm so nervous, Whitey. - Oh, don't be.
- In a minute. - Oh.
- Excuse me. - Thank you.
- You took the money, though, I notice. - Listen! They're hoodlums.
has run out of ideas.
Speak to me, Bunny. Please.
Cigarette?
but singing without feeling cannot.