Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Patrick, nothing can ever really separate us.
Undignified? At least I wear a vest.
We'll be together constantly, the three of us!
- I've got to go. - Don't you dare leave me!
And how well you've succeeded.
Help is on the way, darlings.
Oh, my father passed on.
He's a killer! I gotta stop this!
Mr. Babcock, I consider your behavior most undignified.
I did rather expect Vera to be down at the boat.
Auntie Mame
- Oh, Beau! - Come on, Mame, darling.
- And little Glory. - I'm so pleased to see you again.
Just the same old family standing around...
Now, now, Agnes. Upsy-daisy. Calcium time, darling.
Salaam for your mother like Auntie Mame just taught you.
- What were you doing in there? - Just giving Michael his presents.
Who aren't absolutely top drawer?
Just leave it outside, please.
- Excuse me, ma'am. Ma'am. - Just one moment, please. Yes?
I've got something to show you. Look!
- Mr. Upson, can I fix you a daiquiri? - No. Not for a minute.
Yes, isn't he?
Twenty-four pair! My, what a proud father you must be.
"Will return in a few days to claim fruits of collaboration.
Now, while we cherish this ecstasy we've known.
Where is she? I don't see any New York filly here.
Are you ashamed of your Auntie Mame?
Mr. Babcock? We've been expecting you. My name is Patrick Dennis.
You don't have to tell me a thing. It looks very cozy.
If nobody minds, I think I'll have something.
Doors you never even dreamed existed.
You want to shut him up in a safe deposit box.
That adorable bootlegger is on his way with a gallon of gin.
That's right, number 3 Beekman Place. Right away. Vera! Vera!
Maybe, just for tonight, I could be part of your little old family?
Did you hear that, Doris? Chocolate ice cream!
Dry or extra dry?
...cubism, squiffed, neurotic, heterosexual."
My, my, my, my, my!
... when Uncle Lindsay will have finished his course in yoga.
Wiggle it.
Welcome to the Burnside fireside.
No, Sally Cato, you ain't no vulture. You're just a dead pigeon.
The only chance to get Patrick back is to show Babcock...
How vivid.
On the plane, I'll give you a pad and pencil...
...hanging on to Norah's hand...
You've poured your strength into me. And I want to pour it right back.
You don't need me anymore. Nobody needs me anymore. It's sad...
There you are! Darling, are you all right?
Agnes.
He won't have to worry about his future. His money is in steady bonds.
I haven't seen her since the funeral.
Keep your shirt on! She's still making up.
Wasn't it just like Mame to keep him till I got there?
How bad is it, Arthur? Not Bank of the United States.
- I don't like your latest fad. - Fad? Patrick?
The cellist? How lucky you are. All that glorious music next door!
She doesn't have to know about things...
Yes, Mr. Widdicombe?
...and get ready for dinner.
He'll love it. Drink!
He said it was the only way for a lady to ride, so graceful. Silly of him.
They're not going to live there.
Now, "Get mahjong lesson, hair done." That can't be it. Yes, it is it!
- What? - Patrick's trustee is sending him away.
No. The only picture I saw of you was with a shawl and a rose in your teeth.
Just a general sort of liberal arts thing. English Lit and like that.
Will it mix with Dr. Pepper?
And I have a date for you.
Charmed...
- I'll wear your mink. - Over my dead body!
Not so fast, he hasn't asked me anything yet.
You know, I really am interested in all your projects.
Tomorrow morning I'm taking this kid off to boarding school.
Merry Christmas from Manny, Moe and Jack.
Look here, everybody, I want three cheers...
Oh, of course! What am I thinking of?
Well, I...
Agnes Gooch.
That's a lot. You took up all that space.
What a delightful spot you have here.
And Miss Boswell.
That was lovely. I really am fascinated by aviation.
- And I promise to publish it. - Oh, I see.
...and old peccadilloes in front of her.
After dinner, we'll get out the cards and play.
...l'd be honored to squire you to dinner.
- And why aren't you dressed? - I am not going to that party tonight.
...I came forth whilst Deirdre wept cool tears."
- I'm off, Mame. - Lindsay! Lindsay, this is Patrick.
...all those artistic friends...
- Mrs. Burnside. - Mr. Babcock.
Ms. Burnside! I was driving by. I thought I saw...
Please get O'Bannion out of here. Right away.
Patrick.
Now, Mamie, I've made these especially for you, dear.
Well, now, what a lovable, genteel little gentleman!
The rest of the time, you'll be busy at school.
To this lovely young couple...
The trick is to drink them up fast...
Now we come to the problem of the wedding present. I have that settled.
- You want me to go alone? - Something came up.
Mame, would you mind stepping back just a bit?
The man who had a great deal to do with molding his character.
...I might be living with you someday, and...
...because all the ingredients are secret.
We call it Upson Pines. We leave next week.
Dawn, tomorrow morning. Everybody's invited!
Well, you know.
- I'd say Bixby. - Then bully for Bixby.
Mums and Daddums and I went to our place in Fort Lauderdale.
It's coming along.
Naturally, we'll expect you at the wedding.
In Hindustani it means, "The water oxen are waiting at the gate."
Thank you.
We open Thanksgiving in New Haven. I'll call Max.
- Yes. It was very good of you to come. - What school will it be?
- His room? Is he living here? - Of course.