Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That you encouraged Mrs Jenkins to make a spectacle of herself
<i>♪ Calls up the joys of les nuits d'antan</i>
I don't... I don't feel very well, Whitey.
<i>♪ Faint melodies bring back old days</i>
- It should not be mocked. - How dare you?
Well, I'm afraid we're giving priority to Verdi Club members at the moment.
<i>♪ Elle passe sans bruit</i>
Well, he wasn't on the legitimate line.
Hi.
Lean into it.
<i>♪ Like a bird</i>
The voice is in the mask.
I shall say, "Florence, although you pay the rent on my apartment,
Come on, you're gonna play at Carnegie Hall.
- A month? - A week.
Is everything alright, Mr Bayfield?
It sure is, Madam Florence. I'm not surprised. You're the talk of the town.
Oh, really? And what reputation is that?
- We will, St Clair. - Fingers crossed.
- Will you be writing something? - Yes, and it will be the truth.
As for her subglottal pressure... it defies medical science.
- Thank you, Mr Bayfield. - Hmm?
Open the door at once!
howling like a Doberman as we speak.
I'm so sorry.
It's very, very nice of you. Get rid of it.
Jimmy, I'd like you to have this hand-delivered for me.
I'd be mortified if Madam Florence become the focus of any envy.
<i>♪ Calls up the joys of les nuits d'antan</i>
Expand your diaphragm, Florence.
So, can I get that ticket?
Thank you for your understanding, Mr Thackrey. Thank you so much.
I just think this might be too much for you.
- She might change her mind, you know. - No, I very much doubt that.
Oh, thank goodness you're here, Mr Bayfield.
I don't have an answer, Bunny. I wish I did.
Sure.
Good God.
Hear, hear.
Here... We're going to make a recording.
- And he also composes. - Yes, I'm sure he does.
Singing at Carnegie Hall is her dream.
<i>♪ To you</i>
It was, it was, it was. We must... We must do it again.
Colonel, you'll forgive me. I must prepare.
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds,
Please, Cosmé.
Well, it jolly well was. Now...
I have several patients who observe the five-year rule,
- Get out of bed. Out of bed. Up. - What?
Now, Florence, that's really not a good idea.
Bravo, Madam Florence! Bravo!
<i>♪ 'Twould be a sacrilege to sing</i>
Someone young. Someone... with passion.
- I'm virtually off score. - Good. Then let's get started.
<i>♪ No lady's maid could be full of so much grace, you see</i>
She's given a thousand tickets to the War Veterans Association.
Well, Mr McMoon, we did it.
But as Beethoven said, a few wrong notes may be forgiven,
- Actually delicious. - Excellent. How do I look?
I didn't have time to look at your medical notes.
Surely you can see I'm devoted to Florence.
Don't let anyone in who's drunk.
Thank you, Doctor.
he'd cut me off.
Really? Well, you're very welcome. You have a drink?
Whoo!
Let's get you home.
- Please come in. - Thank you so much.
- You stay where you are. - This is all a little awkward.
Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!
<i>- ♪ Alas, you're benighted</i> - Shh!
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
- Congratulations, Madam Florence. - Oh, thank you, Kitty.
that the piece will be in the afternoon edition, so...
A great and devoted family. United by our love of music.
Look what he's done, Bunny. Aren't you going to chastise him?
Breathe. Breathe, Florence.
Shields clash and swords do their terrible work.