Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

<i>♪ Never sing again</i>
Hmm?
Stop there.
You can't put Mrs James O'Flaherty next to the baroness.
"And the consensus was that she'd never sung better."
Get up on your feet. Bravo! Come on!
Anyway, she's old enough to be his aunt.
I miss him terribly.
Come.
Hey, how about one more?
- I shall. - Just hurry.
- This is a private recording! - That's our record!
But she's very keen to learn.
There is no one quite like you.
<i>♪ No, I could never</i>
Oh, my God. It's Toscanini, the conductor.
No, no, no, no, no. My dancing days are done.
"By the end of her performance, the stage was a...
Mr McMoon? What are you doing here?
I never could have imagined that I would be here tonight,
The Angel of Inspiration, featuring Madam Florence Foster Jenkins!
Name your price, Wilson. What is it? 100? Is it 200?
Break a leg.
Charlie, cup of coffee?
Maestro Carlo Edwards, assistant conductor at the Metropolitan Opera.
Gentlemen, the chairs are not for practical use. You have been told.
Use the air.
<i>♪ Ha, ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah</i>
- Mr McMoon, has he got a sweetheart? - I really don't know.
Oh, my God!
so don't smoke in her presence or hand her a knife or anything like that.
What did Kathleen say?
Well, I must say, I think you're absolutely ideal.
Excuse me, excuse me. You have absolutely no right to this.
- How did Richard Crooks get the record? - She gave it to him.
- "Even their simultaneous reflexes... - Sinatra fans.
An Englishman.
- And goodnight. - Goodnight.
If I may, please.
<i>♪ Your love is short-sighted</i>
- Tallulah Bankhead is here. - Oh, my hat.
I'm...
my father told me that if I didn't give up music and marry a dull banker,
Finally, the line below that should read:
- Oh, bravo, Bunny. - And all the reviews are just terrific.
Oh, Colonel.
Yeah, and her heart sounds like a dyin' cat!
<i>♪ Quand la lune se joue</i>
I don't feel that I imbued the moment of inspiration
Jeez, I'm so sorry. That's awful.
- Are you taking any medication? - Just mercury and arsenic, of course.
Now, you are pooped, Bunny. Straight to bed or I shall be very, very cross.
Our marriage is a thing of the spirit.
<i>♪ Bring back sweet old memories</i>
- Like Nature's patient, sleep... - I think I'll read.
Isn't the truth that a lot of hurt people are having some fun?
No, thank you. I hope you don't mind me being here.
More.
And now, my bunny, you must sleep.
Phineas, try to get this through your fat head.
I would like to take some more lessons with him.
Kitty said you were asleep.
<i>♪ Elle court sur la mousse Et ne se souvient pas</i>
He's kidding. He's kidding.
There's an Earl Wilson here.
- What? - Stall her, stall her.
- On the left, babes. - Left? You know I like the right side.
Good morning, Miss Rabbit.
Sing, Madam Florence!
or whether you will focus on your ambition.
Our next tableau...
it matters more than ever.
How do you do? I read your column. It's great fun.
Tallulah! Up here! We love you!
- Drink? - Rather.
<i>♪ L'orren do mio voto</i>
Bunny.
I've lived day to day never knowing if my body, if it'll succumb and my...
<i>I'd love to. For anyone in particular?</i>