Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

B. Altman, where may I direct your call?
but we can't leave a dead four- year-old unburied like this.
Mary just told me about Bill.
Yes, but you're just taking their money
Mary was gorgeous, and Bill was... sweaty.
The marriage didn't stick, but my reception was unforgettable.
On the first treasure map.
Ah.
We really should treat immigrants better.
Stop it. Get away! I bruise easy!
It made me very uncomfortable.
And, Pop, Mr. Cleary is my buddy Archie's brother
-Midge. -The walls are stained with tears.
I've completely forgotten where the fucking line is.
-SHIRLEY: Joely. -Yeah, Ma?
One was not to bring anything into the fallout shelter
I'm not sure I could meet his lowest standard.
Beep. Now, 6:53 and 30 seconds is next, right?
What the hell? You're in a box.
So, how close are we to wrapping this up, Curren?
-Is everything okay? -Yes, ma'am. Sir. Sister.
♪ I know what you'd like, but the good stuff promised ♪
and then be surprised when it is.
B. Altman, where may I direct your call?
There is a bigger room that you go through to get here.
Coming up.
(phone ringing)
(overlapping chatter)
Luckily, I got one.
I'm afraid this isn't your call, Abe.
I-I'm not suitable to be out in public anymore.
You know, Joel, you and I are good friends. Close.
Am I bleeding from the ears? Say that it's happening.
You're getting your line of credit.
Oops. Never mind me. I saw nothing.
Thanks, Ma.
to talk, dish.
I will ask him.
-She said a word? -Good for her.
Give it up for Clint Gowdy.
-No. No. No. -Yes. Yes.
Hey, this is my client!
Some of you are doing this to find a husband, I assume?
Don't oversell me there, Viv.
I'd give my right nut to get you in there.
Now, that time you called me.
That thing you did? That was real shitty.
but only two miles away from them,
I'd suggest we say a prayer for him now,
-I will connect you. -Midge, what happened?
♪ Since when is it a disaster ♪
She's been sleeping here.
-She can't breathe. -Watch-- her chair!
expressing themselves florally.
You know? 'Cause Mama didn't raise no pussies.
For just a couple of hours. Nothing fancy.
Should we take a cab?
Are you talking about the ones with pineapples on them?
Mi Shebeirach avoteinu,
When did you make up with Harry Drake?
(mutters)
Yeah. To Daddy. Cheers.
DORA: You won't be judged by the professor's
I don't like walking into a room,
That's showbiz, too.
ANNOUNCER: Attention, B. Altman customers,
Hiccups? Your sister's a bitch.
(breathes rapidly) Are my eyes popping out yet?
-Your thing's harder. -WAITRESS: Thank you.
Don't be sorry. Forget I said anything.
but better late than never.
-Thank you, Midge. -(applause)
"Spring is sprung, the grass is riz..."
OZ: First pressing, too.