Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hi, Tony.
-See you then. -Bye.
Hollywood Montrose. Doesn't it just sing?
Easy, Felix. I don't think she's armed.
Jonathan, I wanna give you one last chance.
Emmy!
Spent the night? You slept through the whole how-do-you-do.
Excuse me.
...are you sure this is right for you?
How would you like to be the chief window dresser at Illustra?
No!
I wanted to see you. I want to know you're all right.
I am so jealous.
You're not in a union, you idiot.
Anyway, I don't want to ruin his life...
Get him!
In women's lingerie.
What do you mean?
That's right!
Yeah, I'm trying.
You little creep! Stop touching me!
-Get out of the way, doofus! -Move, damn it!
Heartache
Wait--
The things I could've done with these tools!
She's perfectly safe.
-Come on, let's dance! -No. I can't.
Go!
...with a slight increase in temperature.
Jonathan, wait!
That's it! A demonstration!
-Who's that? -That's B.J. Wert, the regional manager.
Imagine pretending to be a stock boy when you're a major artiste.
Just a minute, Mr. Richards. I believe we're onto something here.
Yeah, this one's kind of fun.
Don't do anything drastic! Me, my!
This is not the door!
Hold it there, boy! Did you have anybody particular in mind?
Women, you know, a beautiful woman....
Arms and legs? God, how thoughtless. I'm sorry.
Shit!
It's either our new vice president, the fairy or the dummy.
The window.
-Clear out, lady! -Stop pushing, okay? I'm going.
When you made me, didn't you feel inspiration?
Who's crying?
How can you say that? We do everything together!
Will you be able to identify the one...
An eternal failure is putting together the most magnificent displays in town.
I want those two arrested for breaking and entering and grand theft.
How can you think that?
Mom, when I was growing up, did I ever do anything really strange?
You're back! I thought--
I got the month of May
Hang on!
Get up, Richards! Get him!
This job at Illustra is destroying your sense of humor.
Yoo-hoo boys!
By the way, the eyebrows are growing back nice.
You can drive me to work.
Thank you.
You are magic.
If I'm one thing, I'm Ioyal.
I've worked on this deal too long to have it ruined by some snot-nosed punk.
Did Armand say something bad? Forgive me.
At least, not in the two weeks since I've been in charge here.
Sure, the Nile is overflowing. There is a wheat shortage.
What's the matter, honey? Come on.