Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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