Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, God.
I've known patients survive 20 years with syphilis but never nearly 50.
Ours is a very happy world.
What is he playing?
Music has been, and is, my life.
Take your filthy philistine hands off me.
I thought you played very nicely.
He had an aristocratic bearing and that was that.
O no.
Very well.
- How are you, Augustus? - Couldn't be better.
- It's unbelievable. - I trained at Juilliard...
<i>- ♪ Like a bird</i> - St Clair!
No, it was your <i>Queen of the Night</i> aria, Florence.
It's nearly a thousand, three thousand people.
But no <i>Post</i>?
Bunny.
Oh, it was just a...
- Enjoy Florida. - I will.
<i>We're getting quite a few calls on that one.</i>
Things have been going crazy.
- Oh! - Oh, sorry.
- Oh, for God's sake, Agnes. - Hello, honey.
No, but I heard all about her.
It was so funny.
I see.
Onwards!
- What a happy coincidence. - Indeed.
How was the golf?
Whoa, yeah, baby!
- Yes. - I'm very fond of you, Cosmé.
Yes, that's a very good idea.
I love you so, St Clair.
No. Put it on the table. I'm getting up.
Well, I couldn't not invite him. Would you like a drink?
Oh. But what about the mess?
<i>♪ Should I laugh so! Ah, ha, ha</i>
Madam Florence,... he's devoted to you.
Mr McMoon? Do you think I'm ready?
Well, he's in his grave now. Forget him.
why, Herr Hitler would be standing on the balcony of Buckingham Palace
Whoo!
- Yes, she's remarkable, isn't she? - She is.
- We've never laughed so hard. - My ribs are still aching.
And a pen, anyone?
Hear, hear.
- Absolutely thrilling. - Is everything alright?
But I was never going to be a great actor.
<i>♪ With just the thought</i>
And may I say what lovely legs you have, madam.
- St Clair, come in here. - Yeah, one moment.
- Oh. - That's what you say, isn't it?
- And I'm trying. - Yes, you certainly are.
Oh, well, I'm afraid we're all sold out.
She needs fresh air. This way, Mrs Stark.
<i>♪ Quand la lune se joue</i>
<i>♪ Filles des Parias</i>
Right here.
Oh! Thank you. Shall I open it?
Listen.
What have I done? I can't do it, Whitey.
It's difficult when you're away.
<i>♪ Like a bird</i>
Please, my darling.
I'll be honest with you, Mr Bayfield, I think Madam Florence
- I can't. I've made a terrible mistake. - Sit.
- She's worse than my mother. <i>- ♪ On the breeze</i>
<i>♪ Rêvant de douces choses</i>
Jeez, Mr Bayfield, we can't be talking about the same singer.
She's absolutely...
<i>♪ Air that captured my ear that will ever charm</i>
only added to the remarkable quality of her voice."
- That one? - Hmm.
- No. - No?
Ready?
- Are you nervous, Mr McMoon? - Somewhat.
That's Mr Bayfield.
Rest.
So continue your ablutions, quickly. Got a cab waiting downstairs.
How's it going, Kitty? Are we running low?
And I've had a simply darling idea for the Christmas gift for the members.
Good.
The lady is an eloquent lesson in fidelity and courage,