Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whichever entertainer dazzles me the most...
It's partially deboned.
- How old are you? - Ten.
It knocks them unconscious for an hour.
We sure did, Albert.
Would you like to see his latest stunt?
It's about pulling your heart out of your chest.
- Definitely! - Sure!
Like your mother, Dorothy...
- Oh. - Wow.
We did it, Anthony.
Preheat the oven to 350...
It's smaller than I thought it would be.
Ahead of my time!
- Lounge singers, strippers. - B-1, baby.
- You're gonna be great. - I'm terrified of crowds.
...you might want to lift them up so they can see better.
There will be no biting or scratching, anything that can leave a mark.
Look at you! - Look at me.
That would be dangerous and also illegal.
- And now... - I'll pay you 500 bucks.
I've been a solo act for a million years and it's going pretty good.
Holy mackerel. Are you kidding me, Burt?
Could you take any more time making the switch?
- Nicole. Let me explain something. - Jane.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
We're here to do magic, not Nicole.
Well, can you have Mrs. Trump call me back? Mr. Luxor, please.
Drilling a hole in my head.
What's your name?
- He's under the bed. - I know.
What an adorable little life form.
I wanna reach out and grab ya
That's mean. A $1 bill is a horrible tip.
Burt! Stop it!
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- You'd have to knock them out or something. - Well...
Really?
It's okay!
Rance.
- You think you can handle it on your own? - Mm-hm.
Nope.
I don't know.
Do you see me blinking? I'm not blinking!
I started Operation Presto! because I saw how much suffering there was in the world.
You never told us you were friends with the famous Rance Holloway!
Fine! Any hotel in Vegas would kill to have Burt Wonderstone.
- Doug. - Come here.
Move along.
It's your lavish lifestyle. Don't you understand, Burt?
I didn't say I don't know who he is.
Oh. See, ladies and gentlemen, along the way...
Abra, abracadabra
Female volunteer. Let's see who we have.
You know what? Just forget it.
Shh.
So happy.
...I didn't think you'd be my friend anymore.
Shh.
Not really, I don't care.
I am incredible.
Oh, my God.
This is a standard release form acknowledging that you are over 18...
I can't understand you.
Thank you.
Slide that one out, you need to get the fingers, and there.
- I will if you'll be my partner. - I don't know. I'd have to shave.
...will be getting a five-year contract as Doug's headliner.
What have we here?
And I'll hold my poop. For 24 hours.
Good.
Come on, hit me as hard as you can.
You're the asshole.
- Burt! - Help me, I'm slipping! Aah!
I got you some bark. And you're gonna eat it.
You're a really good sport. Whatever that means.
Well, let me tell you something, folks:
Your place is so beautiful.
This is my handkerchief.
That's for you, and you.
Abra, abracabadbra
Come on, let's sweat
Sorry. Guilty pleasure.
Oh, my gosh.
Take your time.
Amazing!
And I don't have to defend myself to you.
Got it. - My cell phone number's on there.
Not that girls can't do magic. It's just that men are better at it.
That's great. You're interesting. Follow me, please.
- Oh, no. - He was all right.
I promised myself I was going to do this.