Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where were you? You look like you slept in the street.
All right, I'm sorry. I'm going on and on.
I caught him doing awful things to a half-naked dummy.
Come on, Rambo. Tonight we nail that little fart blossom.
Way to go, buddy!
My name is Ema Hesire, but you can call me Emmy.
Do you know I was supposed to marry?
You weren't so shy when you were creating me.
Emmy...
-Just watch him. -Yes, sir.
You're kidding! That's great!
There was 20 mannequins with tennis rackets coming out of....
Jonathan.
I'll straighten them out, tout de suite. How can they think of firing you?
She's who I came for.
-You got that? -Yes.
This poor man is having a breakdown.
-She's in conference-- -Thank you.
And proudly, I would like to be that person.
They won't appreciate an emotional appeal.
Briefly, I'd like to do something creative.
Here you go.
Mrs. Timkin, those video cameras, did they pick up...
He can put a rubber glove on his head and run naked in the store yelling:
Roxie.
-Trimming the hedges long, Switcher? -Actually, no.
Last night might have been a one-time inspiration.
I thought our plans were for 8:00 last night. My mistake.
Me, I'm gonna wind up in the nuthouse after this.
I have a reputation to uphold.
-Not this time. -Every time.
This one kinda looks like her, too.
I tried to show the customer a little flair.
You're riding with a mannequin on the back of your motorcycle.
No, sir. That's a God-given gift.
If they come to look, they'll stay to buy.
-You son of a bitch! -All right, $60,000.
Create honey, create!
Look, our relationship is strictly business!
All artists must fall in love with their creations, but you seem so special.
It was an accident.
...but when I work, I gotta work alone.
Mira bacalla màgrada amb tomate
That way.
We'll follow them, and at the right moment, grab her.
I'm fired! Pick up my paycheck and get out.
-Good morning, Mrs. T. -Good morning, Jonathan.
Of course, you probably don't know who Greta Garbo is.
-Thanks. Men's room is broken. -Of course, dear, whatever you say.
This never happened to Armand before. Never!
Absolutely scintillating!
Christopher Columbus? You knew him?
What problem?
...and make sure that lunatic never works in this town again.
Jonathan, it is my honor to inform you that starting Monday morning...
Yeah! Boy, they did a good job rebuilding the balcony.
People need that.
Diets are no use. It's those jelly doughnuts.
Just keep doing what you did last night and you'll be fine.
He'll be there.
-Mother. -All right, so he sells camel dung.
-Sure. You got it. I'm Jonathan Switcher. -Hollywood.
Mine's bigger than yours is.
Thank you!
What is wrong with this picture?
What happened? What did I say?
Pardon me?
When I move up, somebody will have to take my place here.
You say you hear voices, there's no one there.