Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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