Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You are!
-What's with me? -Didn't I tell you?
Now, how is the best way to do that?
Great. I want you to meet somebody. This is Emmy.
...into that dark night alone.
No! You don't understand. She--
That's it! You're fired!
It's my responsibility to secure the perimeter here...
Screw your dog!
You mean they got them in Ohio?
Eat a dick
I could turn out three or four a month.
This is America. You do not set the pace by redecorating.
...lunchtime.
You're fired! Get your paycheck and get out of here!
-Get going. -Right.
Can't talk now. Pick you up at 8:00.
-Thank you. -What is it?
What if he's telling the truth?
They're gonna be begging to sell this place within a month.
No, this is how I get my inspiration. I create.
There must be some arrangement we can make?
I wonder if insanity is covered in the employee health plan?
I think Mrs. Timkin is right. I move we postpone the sale for six weeks.
I wonder if you could do it yourself, with a vacuum cleaner or something.
I can tell by looking at you, you're not the artistic type.
You lost your job again?
Cheers.
This is a joke, right?
I'm a window dresser here. We're going to have fun.
What would you say if I told you, you get more beautiful every day?
All opposed?
Okay, boy.
Excuse me.
What are you thinking about?
I can't imagine you're appealing to anybody.
I only saw what I needed to see.
Does this feel like a hallucination? Come on, let's go have some fun.
We got him!
Hello?
Did you see those crowds gaping on the sidewalk?
...your favorite, she is gone.
Hollywood, you're a genius!
-Harris, would you bring Mr. Switcher in? -What? No, wait.
I'll be waiting in the window.
-I'll be 4,501 next April. -I'll bake a cake.
I would be happy and proud to lead this mission, sir!
-No, I was rehearsing a play. -I always find it best not to explain.
I'm sorry.
Creative freedom, practically my own boss, maybe some World Series tickets.
You still don't believe I'm real, do you?
I got it! Don't panic! It's just a little one!
Jonathan, you're not seriously turning me down?
It's all you.
Cram it, clown!
You can't go in. He's got company, if you know what I mean.
Good morning, starshine.
Bet
Want a giraffe for the birthday boy? A monkey?
What arrogance!
-Monday, we'll work together. -You're not listening.
You ever have hallucinations?
-That's not exactly fair, is it? -Talk to them.
-What's up? -I need your creative muse.
Good.
You didn't happen to run into Michelangelo?
It's you.
How'd you do that?
His Jag's in the shop. Hi.
He was involved with some guy named David.
Take it easy, okay? Just go home and get yourself some rest. You'll be fine.
Rambo! This way! This means a court-martial!
-She's the dummy! -Please, don't use force.
sick sick
...at Prince and Company.
Biscuit-brain, what the hell do you think you're doing?
One giant balloon, coming up.
Nobody hired me, Jonathan. You know who I am.