Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm coming, Beau, sugar. - There we are, honey.
Why are you going through all this?
It's good her mother, the Countess de Gooch, can't hear you.
Merry Christmas!
I should have told you about her before.
How vivid
- What's your name, dear? - Gooch.
- But he... - I won't breathe a word to the bank.
I'll tell you what we'll do.
Don't be a scaredy-cat. There's nothing to be frightened of.
What a lovely title. Thank you.
No, thank you. We're celebrating. I can't leave my little family.
Ruining my beautiful play with your lousy bell ringing!
- I can try. - This way, Auntie Mame.
That's the head, you know.
There's my alma mater, St. Boniface in Massachusetts.
Here we are. Take it easy, now.
I can't leave him down in the foyer!
- Is that a member of the family? - Darned if I know.
Well, you can use the Duesenberg.
Kick them off. Now take off your clothes. Norah, lto!
My Auntie Mame, Miss Dennis, says she'll be here in a moment.
Then Mr. Page and all the boys do what gentlemen fish do.
Every time you hear a word you don't understand, dear, write it down.
Look here, I'll tell that nice taxi man to wait.
Oh, Allen, darling! Edna, I called you yesterday.
Fix the master in the eye with an animal gaze.
There weren't many lines, and I felt...
- Thank you. - Tell me...
"My puberty in Buffalo was drab."
Why'd that Oriental sandman let me sleep in my best Chanel?
That means "Know thyself." Mr. Page is an educator.
- I'll start in the other room. - Can't!
I've had to make up Patrick's 10 neglected years in a matter of months.
- We almost thought you wasn't coming. - Morning. Lovely day for a hunt.
But that to be left in your hands was a fate he wouldn't wish on a dog.
I've never seen you cry before.
It was a dreadful thing. And Father traveled all the time.
That's marvelous! Same as I wear. You do ride astride, Mame, dear?
I'd do anything for you. I'd denounce Calvin Coolidge as a Bolshevik.
Yes, long distance, how are you?
- Can I get you something? A cognac? - Another hot chocolate?
- My little love. - Congratulations, Auntie Mame.
...waiting to be mentioned in my will.
Mr. Macy wouldn't have any way of knowing what you sold.
Oh, no! Spirits do the most terrible things to me.
...Patrick and I just stuffed ourselves at Schrafft's.
You look fit. They're bringing the fox up from the icehouse.
It's a good 10-mile course, for those that makes it.
...l'm not gonna bring Gloria back here.
- You're coming out. - Where?
It's out of the question. You heard your mother.
It looks just fine.
You can sit at it. I have instructions from a descendant of Pocahontas.
Patrick.
Danged if she didn't sail clear over it! No hands!
Yes, 57th Street is right in my neck of the woods.
The whole place has gone nuts.
You don't trust me to write my life? Who else could write it?
Don't bother, Mrs. Burnside.
Won't we have a lark? The sun up...
Pity.
You have things to talk about. I'll go to my room and change.
And Doris.
I'm not finished decorating yet. You're home early.
Or to earn money to fight him with. You're so right!
Riffraff! When we're married, don't invite such people to our house.
Your heart is from Tiffany's too. It'll be like old times...
Now, isn't that just grand?
- Won't you sit down, Mr. Babcock? - Thank you.
Pegeen, dear.
- It's not a ghost. - I see it all now. A ghostwriter!
Yes, sir, a bully little chap.
Isn't he wonderful?
...to see you drinking during business hours.
We'll really get to know each other.
You ready?
Why didn't Dwight want us to meet the aunt?
He usually said, "Pipe down, kid. The old man's hung."
I beg your pardon?
So French-smelling, I feel as alluring as Theda Bara.
You'll join us on all your vacations.
Black coffee and a sidecar. And a cold towel for Auntie Vera.
Here's a handy woman to have around the house. Love, Auntie Mame."
Have you considered a school run by Acacius Page?
Siam this time.
Did you, dear? That was Helen Hayes.
Well, hello, Mr. Babcock. How nice to hear your voice at long last.
That is the beauty of it, madam. It can be used upside down.
Don't nibble on the hors d'oeuvres. You'll get fat.
You'll be taking dictation from Mrs. Burnside. She talks very fast.
Vera, loan me your glasses.
She is fast.
Well, we've got a little present for you too, lto and me.
You look fine. You don't need to worry.
How much does that come to, little lady?
- I only saw him at breakfast. - What did he say then?
I rinsed out the glass.
I'll try to reconnect you again with San Francisco.
Everything in the universe is composed of the elements of Aristotle.
Stop being silly. I have got to make the right impression!
So sorry, Claude, you are number four.
I'll have an Upson daiquiri ready in a minute.
Now, here's your slip. It's so simple.
I would like you to meet my former secretary. She's a little bit...