Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yay, Ralph!
I'm God, see? That's why I'm standing on this chair, you got that? Good.
SHOROFSKY: Martelli! Bruno Martelli!
Very good, Doris. What did you realize about yourself?
I guess you get tired of hearing that. Excuse me.
Bye.
We ain't staying long enough for no trouble. He's just helping a friend.
- I'm not singing. - But you have to.
It might be a movie or a Broadway musical.
I may not win
BOY 2: Oh, she is a dancer. BOY 3: Let me up. Let me up!
Baby, belong to me
[MAN SPEAKS IN SPANISH ON TELEVISION]
She says I'm doing my last dance on this dark little planet.
[BELL RINGS]
Now Mrs. Tossoff's gonna play notes for you. Sing them back to us. Like so:
You're not très sensitive either.
It was January.
For your headset.
- I don't care how well you dance... - Bitch run her fucking mouth.
And that might be impossible. He's not into vanilla.
- Don't rape anybody. - I'll rape you.
Where did my Doris go?
I stopped going home! You never knew that, did you?
- I was doing you a favor, remember? - Some fat fucking favor.
Hmm. Hmm.
[TRAIN RATTLES]
- Yeah? - Oh, yeah.
Of 10 million stars
[CLAPPING]
- Abso-fucking-what? - You kids ready to order now?
What the hell are my two chicks doing in church?
- Leroy what? - Leroy Johnson. Can we go up now?
[WHISTLING]
Oh, this is Leroy. Homework.
Don't worry, baby. I got lots of knives.
COCO [SINGING]: I'm singin' in the rain Just singin' in the rain
...and then I'll no longer be a Capu... Capu... Capu-something.
That's my son's music! My son Bruno. Bruno Martelli!
I'm not starving myself to death for Balanchine's City Ballet.
That's my music.
MARTELLI: It's not natural.
And I'm fucking everybody back for Freddie!
Faggot! Faggot!
If it's yellow, then it's Jell-o If it's blue, it could be stew
Oh, you could drown in those.
- Coco. - Hi.
Everybody has dreams in the South Bronx. I had dreams.
Doris, what would you do if you don't make it?
You can't drive because of the dreams on the streets being seen by cokeheads.
See you.
Wait a second. What's so funny?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
He's not going up until he checks his knife.
Same reason you drive a checker and not a Roman chariot. It's progress.
I know I have them.
- I know what it is, but it's not you. DORIS: I'll grow into it.
He'd plug his keyboard into an amp...
[GIGGLING]
Maybe you never know.
I can put on as many personalities as I want.
Good. You do that.
- Really. - I was good. I felt more than good.
- It's in pencil. - That broke too.
He's not helping out anyone unless he checks his knife.
Monday night is audition night. Anybody from anywhere...
Grace doesn't run in our family.
[PIANO PLAYS]
Yeah. Hey, Doris, listen, I meant to tell you.
- Garcia, Raul? - It's Ralph.
Raul!