Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I’m in print… Just like David Holmes
I can't let him see you. He'll think I run a house for wanton women.
Let's go upstairs and try things on.
Everyone's going to Clifton's. It's nearly 7.
I forgot, you're grown-up now.
- So good to see you again. - Thank you. Nice to see you.
...of the Ping-Pong tournament at the club.
Wife?
Patrick! My little Patrick.
Be good to Norah and lto after I'm gone.
Besides, there's another minor, relatively unimportant thing:
Lindsay.
Glorious weather for the hunt.
...if ever I can.
...make him an Aryan from Darien...
- That's lovely. - Vera!
A party? Oh, I'd...
What is it? What happened?
"Junior Babcock and I have fun there...
And here's what Mr. O'Bannion edited.
Everyone said I was a fool spending all my money at Tiffany's.
Claude, here we go. Hang on to your seat belts. Down we go.
I use a secret ingredient I learned from a native in Havana, Cuba.
I'm so proud. The whole last chapter's all about me.
- Okay, strike the set! - Why?
No, it would be madness.
He's a darling and so worldly for a man of God.
It's hilarious!
Get ‘em at Gimbels!
- Gloria. - I made up a joke on the way up.
Beyond that is a beautiful...
The little lad is fine. He can't wait to meet you.
We'd better hurry to catch that Italian picture.
What's "gargantuan," Auntie Mame?
I'm grateful! You've given me a new interest, now that I'm losing Patrick.
- You could care less about my career... - Not already! Norah, lto, the door!
Don't be ridiculous. Patrick always makes all his own decisions.
Agnes.
I'll just have two men instead of one.
Incidentally, congratulations. I hear you're getting married.
...that you've settled down into something steady.
After all, she is a princess. He, a commoner.
On a bear rug. Isn't that precious?
Patrick?
I was due at the theater guild.
This is my secretary, Miss Gooch. My Boswell, as it were.
I think it's a very good match for our little Gloria.
But it's a quarter past 8, and you told me...
But Patrick got a fella to help her. He'll be here at 3:00.
That must be she.
Books are awfully decorative, don't you think?
...for the future Mrs. Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside!
- I want you to meet Miss Pegeen Ryan. - How do you do?
- Now, Pegeen, dear... - I forgot the horror.
I can't tell you how charming it is to meet all of...
I was just about ready to sail for Brooklyn.
Uncle Dwight? Oh, yes.
I'm so sorry. You must be Patrick Dennis.
I think Sally left a foot in this one.
Missy Dennis, stockbroker want to say hello before he jump out of window.
Nobody else would've taken me in, an outcast of society.
A fellow named Epstein. Abraham Epstein.
Yes, Mr. Bibberman. You'd like to talk to Mr. Applewhite. I'll connect you.
- Hello. - Now, don't you worry.
I'd like you to meet my dearest friend, Vera Charles.
Wait a minute, I still got a little more film left.
Well, I...
Yes, dear.
...if I have to break his bones.
I might be of assistance here.
It isn't 17 jewels, but time isn't worth all that decoration these days.
Horror Stories.
That's what I always say.
Mrs. Burnside and I couldn't possibly allow our work...
- Please sit down. - Fine. Fine.
Enough of this girly-girly talk.
But there are tykes at Oglethorpe Orphanage...
Dry or extra dry?
- Hold it so I can braid it like a halo. - I've got to go.
They're here. They're here.
I was in front. Vera was behind me.
Well, he's not really my uncle.
- My calcium pills are in the kitchen. - Now, now, come, dear.
I tell you, she's an amazing woman.
We could take out this wall and join our patios.
What makes you think I'm going to any party?
- This not dishwashing lady. - Then I must have invited you. A drink?
Take it up. It seems to be getting in peoples' hair.
I wish I had said that. Or, "The first 100 years are the hardest."
For him, yes! In this boy, I see already the fire, dust and air.
Norah, don't forget to take your apron off.
...with a lot of hard hands to wrestle with them pesky writing details.
September? Tell me, just where is Montebank?
When Patrick first walked into my life...
Didn't your father tell you anything about me before he died?
Naturally.
Lord Dudley, your flattery would turn a young girl's head.
- I have... I have... - I must say, you're the funniest man.
Thank you.
I hope Patrick likes the chemistry set, the books, the atlas, the Kipling.
...of the unwed mother."
Brian?
What happened to Mr. Lindsay Woolsey? He was a nice man.
I told you it was definite, Auntie Mame.
Please, darling, your Auntie Mame is hung.
We were both playing way over our heads and the score was 29-28.
Ito, hurry!
Besides, it takes Agnes no time at all to knock off a Dr. Pepper.
Oh, no. I mean your husband.
Your Auntie Mame will open doors for you.
...and some Mr. Babcock, your trustee...
I am placing him in St. Boniface Academy.
Hell, we don't even have any Kleenex.
You look like a bully little chap.
- You'll kill yourself. - What a way to die. I'm mad for you.
I began with an enormous rug. It's that bell pull by the fireplace.
- lf you kept your hair natural as l... - I'd be bald! Pick one close to mine.