Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hon? "Swanee River," please. Hit it.

TEACHER: Okay, Doris. Ralph?

You gotta have friends. You can't alienate anybody up there. Nobody.

I don't want a middle-aged name. I can't relate to it.

- I'm your friend. - You're my friend? Really?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[INSTRUMENTS PLAYING]

- Doris Finsecker. - Hi. Wanna sit down?

I met some people, went to some parties.

She lost all her credit cards.

- Then you know what I'm talking about. - Yeah.

Like about 6 a.m.

But I don't have room for you in this class anymore.

You know where that leaves people like me? Nowhere!

Since when are you in the thinking business?

[MARTELLI LAUGHS]

Didn't we pass a castle down the road?

- Something to keep me flying. - Like what?

I'm having a very good time too.

- I Was a Teenage Fag Hag. - You shit!

When I shall embody the earth

I dig his black ass.

Boy, is he in for a surprise tonight.

- I'm gonna be a good dancer! - Just get out of here, please!

When he made it, he realized it was everything he hated.

You're becoming somebody else.

When I become one with the sun

I read Back Stage, Show Business and Variety.

Anyway, there's lots of things there:

I seem to have that effect on people. What can I do? Thanks again.

Her brother Harvey.

Now, we have a special warning from the management.

In future, Mr. Johnson, I'd like you to leave your ghetto blaster at home.

Through a cold, dark night

[SINGING] Memories

Rats, cockroaches, and, you know, little bugs.

- What do you call that? - Wicked.

Raul mic Raul mic

We can't afford a professional children's school.

But those motherfuckers...

Montgomery MacNeil.

I believe you, Lisa.

- Do you want a beer? - No, thanks. I'm okay.

- You sure you want it? - Yeah, I'm sure.

- I'll be doing my scene Thursday... - I'll be right back.

TEACHER: You better like yourself a lot. Because that's all you got to work with.

Come on, Coco. Smile, smile. Smile for me.

Don't lecture me, Leroy.

[IRENE CARA'S "FAME" PLAYS]

Not for very much longer

- Hot lunch - Hot, hot lunch

BOY 1: I hope to fuck she's in drama. BOY 2: No way. Dance department.

There's tea dances and parties, weddings and bar mitzvahs.

ALL: Hey, Riff, show us your mother!

- You don't have to sing, honey. - We know our rights.

Turn out the arch, Leroy.

You know what cockroaches are? Little things that crawl in the night.

Music is the hardest profession of them all. isn't that right, Mrs. Tossoff?

Might be a nice change from black cherry.

Who's the lucky fella, huh?

Kids are into sex earlier in South Bronx.

- All right. Bye. - All right. Okay. Bye.

- You! You! I point to you, Nigel! MAN: Next, please.

Better she realizes it now than OD in some motel room at 30.

- What was that bang? BRAD: Must have a blowout.

Madness takes its toll

You see, I do the whole thing.

RALPH: I need something.

We have a standing ovation over there.

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

Please welcome the comedy stylings...

...and suffer so the witch doctors and the deodorant-spray people...

I must have total control of the creative product.

Wanting, needing your love

- Hi. - Hi. That's too wild for me.

- No? - No. He wanted to be Joe Namath.

...and I loves to mingle. SHERWOOD: Speak English.

...and study ballet, modern, folk, jazz, tap and historical dance here...

Hey, cupcake. Come here, cupcake.

[SINGING] It's astounding, time is fleeting

All anyone ever promised you was seven classes a day and a hot lunch.

I toast to my own reunion

Thou art thyself.

Hey, good luck. Oh, sorry.

And we are the czars

- Irishy, Jewishy, paranoid. - What's the name of this movie?

Or the Silbermans. Or Brooklyn.