Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Am I mentioned in your book? - Mentioned? You're exposed!

And then we're gonna run along down and I'll have you meet my horses.

I played hooky for a couple of weeks.

And I'll write to you every day, I promise.

Now, here's my idea, Mamie:

Agnes. No, no, no.

Agnes, head up, dear. Shoulders back. Tummy in.

Rattlesnake, anyone?

You are she, of course.

Food, food! That's it! You must be famished. Come right along with me.

Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Dennis, 224 E. 50th Street, New York.

Say that to the right fella and you'll get kissed.

Auntie Mame said she'd love to have me. She said so in there.

This is revolting. How can you tolerate people who...?

Hello, Auntie Mame.

We'll have to take that up a bit. Pegeen, better bring the ladder again.

lto brought me up.

I find he isn't even registered!

Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.

The children were engaged in normal, healthful, broadening pursuits.

What about "bleak"?

Ito, lay out my cosmetics, my cold cream, everything.

- I'm not the same girl. - What's wrong with that?

Can't the Epsteins afford their own home?

- That's enough candy, dear. - Sorry.

Countess? You're joking.

- Then you wouldn't have to pay. - I would eventually.

I can't tell you how pleased I am to have met you, Mr. O'Bannion.

And I stepped on the Ping-Pong ball.

I'm sorry, I didn't know. I was away all summer.

Here are the drinks.

She's passing the dogs!

Can I be your escort? Can I take you back to your hotel?

I was going to give you this at dinner.

A seat and a berth... Pardon me. I'm so sorry.

You could revitalize me with a single, motherly kiss.

Stay out here and have a nice chat. I'm gonna fix you a drink.

- Mr. Babcock. - Mrs. Burnside.

She can't have changed that much.

- What about her stockbroker? - He's trying to locate both of you.

Doesn't speak a word of English. Stimulating man! Oh, Your Grace.

Well, Patrick tells me how special you are to him.

I can't get over it. Every time I see you, you're taller and more grown-up.

You've been reading it for a week. Why bring it to New York?

Doris, dear. Well, you must call me Mame.

- Please do. - And you call me Sally Cato.

I wanted to see if there was anything... Oh, hello, Beau.

You're not scared, are you, Norah?

She's heading for the icehouse!

I had a wonderful time. What is the idea of...?

I can't get over the thought you've given every detail of your house.

I give up. She's the pied piper.

You'd better settle on the Browning School.

...do hereby bequeath to my only son, Patrick, all my worldly possessions.

Would you care for an olive?

There's one thing we ought to get straight right off.

Lindsay, what am I going to do?

"Yeah, but who wants to be in an institution?"

And what does Mr. Gooch do?

Books are awfully decorative Don't you think

After all, I was a child. I said, "I need clothes. Parties. Pretties."

Mame, did you deliberately plan all this?

...from the wrong side of the tracks, shall we say?

...and I stepped back to get this really terrific shot.

Norah, go get my black Patou velvet.

If I can snag you an Uncle Beau, all our problems will be solved.

Well, it's only been three months. Brian is polishing and perfecting it.

I don't want you flaunting your new flames...

- Do you think I could? - Of course you could. Couldn't she?

Now, just a minute! There are young people here.

I don't remember. All that champagne, I don't remember a thing.

What courses are you taking at college?

Let me see, Mr. Bibberman is in there. Where is Mr. Applewhite?

We wish that you could find a man...

I thought by way of introduction, Mrs. Burnside...

Prince Alex needs me and my place is by his side.

...before all the alcohol burns away.

Patrick, why didn't you tell me your aunt was literate?

Let me tell you something about that spiritual Irish poet...

We feel we have an obligation to make sure...

Actually, my child, it was so sad. Mother died in childbirth.

I never did think Santa would have a Big MacIntosh accent!

Now, give me a nice smile.

- Who's he? - That's a Lithuanian bishop.

It's all right. It's Thanksgiving vacation.

I'm sure St. Boniface is really very nice.

- Claude. - Dwight!

I can't disgrace Beau, not in front of all these people.