Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Coffee? Tea? Scraps from last night's dinner?

I don't mind if I do. Nice place you got here.

- What? - I told you, it was a secret.

Unless I'm drunk. I slide down the wall and make passionate love on the carpet.

I'm very proud of the job you're doing, Dorothy.

Don't explain, Rose. I lived with some bitches myself.

What brings you to our humble home?

Pleased to meet you, Mrs Petrillo.

We sing some Puccini, stretch out on the couch and take a nap.

- Does Dorothy get the job? - Sure. I don't care.

Never mind. It's over a week. Why is that mutt still here?

- Here's your mail. - Why not tell me what's in it?

Bye, Auntie Blanche.

and she has a very keen eye for colour and light and form.

Now you think I'm some other person, someone who'd stab you in the back.

Please, just for the night. I promise.

Well, thank you.

and I realised any idiot can do it.

I can't wait to see her face

It was. Arthur's never come home at lunch before.

That's lovely. Just lovely.

Just hold it right there, Blanche.

Every teacher is required to take a ten-week leave

Just a minute. Mr Allen on the phone.

And he's not now. It's for Dorothy.