Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

<i>♪ Ah, ha, ha!</i>

I am not interested in your bullshit music club, OK?

Madam Florence, they're tearing the place apart. You must go on.

Amongst others, she is patron of the Euterpe Club,

and Madam Jenkins retired to affectionate applause."

<i>- ♪ Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha!</i> - That's it. Shh.

What was the high point of the evening for you?

Go ahead, go ahead.

but it was a serviceable attempt.

though not, as yet, in the principal role.

The Donohughes, how nice to see you. Mr and Mrs Wallace.

- Well, goodnight, my love. - Night-night.

for it cannot be but I am pigeon-livered

Well, no, you couldn't. This one's mine.

Send him in. Thank you, Kitty.

<i>That was Florence Foster Jenkins</i>

Or bends with the remover to remove:

So, that is two tickets for the Levis and a dollar change.

- How much are tickets? - I'm afraid we've already sold out.

I must be on... Good afternoon to you.

Rest, my beautiful. Rest.

What am I doing here?

But swooping down from the clouds

<i>♪ Le long des lauriers roses</i>

- The phone hasn't stopped ringing. - Oh, hasn't it?

- Half the audience is drunk. - You were told about the soldiers.

Of course, his grandfather was an earl, you know.

- Ha! - I don't have...

- How old were you? - 18.

is quite simply unforgivable.

We'd rather go without bread than Mozart, wouldn't we?

Cosmé! Where have you been?

<i>Wunderbar!</i>

Finish it. I'm teaching first thing.

<i>♪ My little white hands are fine</i>

- Hmm. - To share such profound communion.

- Hold her. Hold her! <i>- ♪ I came from Alabama</i>

Music. She lives for music.

- Jenny. May I have my briefcase? - Thank you.

<i>♪ Figlia mia non è</i>

- What? - Behave yourself.

Kisses for Mommy.

- Earl Wilson of the <i>New York Post.</i> - How do you do, Mr Bayfield?

- You can't be sold out. - I'm so sorry.

Here we are. <i>The Bell Song.</i>

On my wedding night.

<i>♪ Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha!</i>

I hear your play was a triumph.

- I can't go on that stage. - Oh! Sit.

Yes, thank you for calling back. The poster.

I cannot play Carnegie Hall with Madam Florence.

as well as, of course, our very own Verdi Club.

- What? - That's her at the door.

It would be such a pity if the <i>Post</i> were excluded from Carnegie Hall.

- You mean the podiatrist? - What, with the lovely hands?

This guy comes by this morning, takes all the copies I got.

Are we not happy?

Well, unfortunately we are rehearsing.

Where is that silly, silly boy?

- Maybe I should get home. - No, no, no.

<i>♪ Elle passe sans bruit</i>

to the musical life of this city.

Mr Corbin's friends are all so personable.

St Clair? Are you there?

When have I ever mocked or scoffed?

Only if you recite for me.