Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We'll see. I'm watching them carefully.
Listen! Listen to them, hack!
I'm very well aware of what they might do.
Well, I... I am very disappointed in you, Mr McMoon.
<i>♪ Therefore my advice is that you look twice</i>
It's going very, very, very well.
Come, come, come. That's what I... I wanted to... Look.
and a teeny bit extra for a new shirt.
Hmm.
Mr Stark, how very nice.
And perhaps I shall perform a monologue.
God darn it, Mr Bayfield,
- Is Mr Bayfield with you? - No.
I spy Cole Porter in the front row no less.
Bravo! Bravo!
She is the worst goddamn singer in the entire world!
<i>♪ Où va la jeune Indoue</i>
Bunny. Bunny.
Mr Totten, would you mind witnessing right here?
Well, if Mr Churchill had adopted that attitude,
Maybe you could speak to Mr Totten, tell him it's not such a great idea.
- May I come in? - Sure.
- So, is it really true? - What's that?
Thank you! Thank you very much, Mr Zeigler.
Excuse me.
St Clair, congratulations. What a wonderful evening.
<i>- ♪ Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha!</i> - Quiet. Shh!
<i>♪ There's a bird in the... in the trees</i>
A few pointers as to how Madam Florence does things.
- Are the preparations going well? - Very well.
- It was wonderful. - Thank you. Thank you very much.
<i>♪ Like a bird</i>
This moment.
Bunny.
When I said "help yourself to a nightcap", I meant one.
Because I would like you to have a little something when I die, Cosmé.
But I've fought and I've fought and I've fought.
Well, she understands that love takes many forms.
Mr Bayfield, is there any way I could do the lessons but not the concerts?
Bravo! Bravo!
A whole world of pleasure awaits you, Mrs Stark.
I haven't heard a voice that good since Caruso.
<i>♪ You seem to see her everywhere</i>
<i>I don't think it's for sale. It's a private recording.</i>
and lack gall to make oppression bitter,
Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you, thank you.
Oh, here he is. Oh, my goodness me.
that would interest the readers of the <i>New York Post.</i>
Ha. Blow the candles out. Ha!
by your patron and friend in her hour of need,
- St Clair! - Madam Florence, please, please...
Sing! Sing, Madam Florence, sing!
How could we not begin with a soup? There would be a riot.
- A cat dyin'? - Hey, she can't sing!
We'll put her between Prince Galitzer and Mrs Oscar Garmunder.
And he was brilliant. Utterly, utterly brilliant.
I bought up every copy of the <i>Post</i> within two blocks.
I was out and about and I suddenly realised I was in your neighbourhood.
Tell the ushers that absolutely no one gets in without a ticket. No exceptions.
Um, just a moment, Madam Florence.
Death has been my constant companion for almost 50 years.
Thank you.
<i>I lost my left leg and half my face at Guadalcanal,</i>
Hmm.
I've rather neglected my other students.
You've seen everything you're gonna see. Sit down.
That's true.
It can be very painful, so... Oh.
- No, I'm sorry. - Please.
Now, then, Little Miss Foster, make me proud.
- Yes. - Ah, it's been too long.
It is the Angel of Inspiration sent from on high.
That seemed perfect to me.
Good idea?
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
Make that "thunderous applause".
'Swounds I should take it,
It is my pleasure to present you with this small token of our esteem.
Well, I...
could I possibly ask what it is Madam Florence carries in that briefcase?
It might be best if we were discreet about these classes.
And she has sung in dozens of sell-out concerts.
I just need the ticket.
- I will not ignore them. - This is our night out, St Clair.
Through there.
- Did you not notice? - Music is important.
Well, there were so many.
Oh! Madam Florence.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.
- Flat? - A tad. Well, just a tad.
Shut your eyes. I'll recite for you.
Doesn't she?
Did you see Carlo Edwards from the Met?
We have to plan the Verdi lunch.
But wait. What is this?
We can do it.
Florence and I have an understanding.