Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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