Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But he's all that I have!
- I wish I had someone to look after. - You will, dear, you will.
...that was premeditated murder!
You and my brother are gonna get along...
Don't you come near me! You're old enough to be my mother!
I know how you must feel.
Don't drop anything. What a marvelous day! October's bright, blue weather.
I just don't.
- Epstein the cellist? - What about Montebank?
- I won't permit it. It's too dangerous! - But, darling, she's insisted.
I think I'll just fix myself a Dr. Pepper.
I'm not that kind of a woman. I'm looking for a Miss Mame Dennis.
Oh, what times we're going to have!
He runs a school where they do advanced things.
You've thought of everything, haven't you?
Aren't you taking rather an imperious tone? Mr. O'Bannion is my colleague.
It's like having a crush on your teacher. Or your analyst.
- Sure. - Patrick, Patrick, come back.
It's awfully pretty and terribly handy to the city.
- I found him in the lowest of them. - Mr. Page is progressive.
A toast to Live, Live, Live by Mame Dennis Burnside.
Then look out of your left one. Now, now, now, now.
Where's Miss Dennis?
Auntie Mame will be right down.
You wouldn't be losing a daughter. You'd be gaining a patio.
Bleak? Bleak. How bleak was my puberty.
I've already made a sensation at Macy's.
You'll be so busy digging up the past, you won't think of the present.
Won't you come in, Mr. O'Bannion?
I’m in Print… Just Like David Holmes!!!
Labor Day. That's sometime in November, isn't it?
I'm sorry. I'm only taking off what Mrs. Burnside dictated.
- She sounded English. - She has to do something.
Good old Beekman Place. Always so loyal.
Then we got on the Staten Island Ferry and he disappeared.
Well, what a break.
That’s what it is. It’s a Kwanzaa miracle!
- Sign here. - It's another one for you! Dennis!
Now, Patrick, is your Auntie Mame anything like you expected?
It's a wonder their blood hasn't turned to vinegar.
- Hip, hip... - Hooray!
...as a vehicle for Bette Davis. He's meeting Jack Warner tonight, but l...
Will you stop being a goose and get these clothes off?
I'm in print. Just like Edna Ferber.
...in my play, Midsummer Madness. There are dozens of parts.
Remind me to do a whole new chapter about him. No, no, take that out.
I played Parcheesi with the doorman, until he got fired.
That young lady was doing the best she knew!
Now, Ms. Burnside, that doesn't include me, does it?
Since I am in splendid condition through workouts at the Brokers Club...
Your vocabulary needs work. Didn't your father talk to you?
- He's right. Go and stay in your room. - But what will I do?
Well it was just ghastly!
Fix the aster in the maze with an animal guy.
I left her at her girlfriend's house. She wanted to spruce up.
What are you doing in that hole with Mr. Gutterman?
...but are you sure you planned it with that end up?
Yes, dear. Anything but rum.
Take hold of the other end for your balance.
Bless you.
- Claude. - Thank you.
These are plain Jack cheese and chutney.
I shall always feel a strong attachment to you all.
Sit down, please. I'll make them like I do for Mr. Woolcott.
- How can I face the guild? - Will this make me look Scarsdale?
Old Babcock's introducing me to all the blond heiresses...
What fella?
Why, Mr. Babcock!
Yes.
You ought to come to Georgia and meet them all.
Very good, sahib.
- My memoirs? Patrick, my drink. - Champagne?
Norah, lto! Come in, please!
Perhaps he'll let you ring the bells that bring the monks to prayer.
Mame, I'm afraid you're wiped out. We all are.
Sure, Auntie Mame.
I can sense the aura of creative vitality about you.
Oh, my! Don't they look delicious?
Goodbye, goodbye.
"Read a forthcoming publication of our book.
- You look very bully too. - Yes.
No big, bulky bundles to carry or lose en route, as it were. I love COD.
Patrick.
Hello, Lindsay.
I know exactly what I did. It used to go:
She has a lousy two-line bit. She's had two acts to make up.
It can't affect us. We own solid stuff like Bank of the United States.
It just keeps on gushing and not much I can do about it.
These are my friends. People who brought me up.
A Macy employee doesn't know how to make a cash sale?
- Oh, my, how handsome you look! - Well, likewise, Mame.
See, it doesn't make any noise.
I said no when I had money. I couldn't say yes when I went broke.
Darling. I love you so.
You do take a little nip, now and then?
- What? - That lot, right next door.
Who?
You left the taxi meter running in the middle of the Depression?
So sorry, Doris dear.
Here we are, darling. You all right?
I go to garage. No Duesenberg. Mr. O'Bannion no bring back.
...on the Eastern seaboard."
I'm glad she did. I've been dying to get a look at her.
- I bet that's gonna be some book. - Why are you home from school?
Maybe that wasn't Gary Cooper. It was Brian.
...whatever it is you do do to relax.
Ms. Dennis, this sales book is a shambles!
No, ma'am. That's the name of my little old plantation.
This is my little boy!
What kind party was that?
This is some sort of conspiracy.
No, you won't. You look convincing, like a magazine cover.
- Where is she now? - Freshening up in the guest room.
Mrs. Burnside and I were just working on the book.
Would you like a mar...? No.
- Do sit down. - Thank you.
You're plumb crazy. She's the meanest damn filly in the entire South.
A week from next Tuesday. The old ball and chain.
You think he's a temporary enthusiasm?
Are we all lit?
Does Macy think my son has two left feet?
- And quite more. - And these here are my...