Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I haven't worked here long.
And the girl was...
I'm sorry, Mrs. Burnside. I try to do exactly as you say.
- Give up? - Almost.
That woman with the snakes from Paris. She was to entertain us.
First, come and give your Auntie Mame a good morning kiss.
First, the Bixby School which is known to be splendid.
The wedding?
- I wish I could stop you from that! - Do I have to?
And get rid of those damn cowbells!
Jackpot!
Before sukiyaki, a little hors d'oeuvre.
- About $500 a week to start. - It'll be a bit in the last act.
Come here with your Auntie Mame and sit down a minute.
What's come over you? Now, you mustn't!
Mr. Babcock, knowledge is power.
You're so wonderful.
Well? Isn't she terrific?
"Dear Auntie Mame: I plan to spend this holiday with Mr. Babcock in Darien."
You take each as if nothing else existed. Then you drop them.
What's that?
- Please, I'll do whatever you say. - Not on your life! He goes tomorrow.
So are you, Auntie Mame. You're really top drawer. I mean...
She'd pull your beard.
You don't trust me to write my own life? He got me a ghost!
For a minute, you sounded like someone from the Knickerbocker Bank.
- Where does she think she's going? - Look at him go!
- I'd rather not. - Never mind, I'll scale up higher.
When I think of the things she's done...
Now, Agnes, dear...
I guess it's not quite ready yet.
Listen, you cynic, she was in love with him. She's changed, I tell you.
Then there'll be a raise. I accept!
That is a B. The first letter of a 7-letter word that means your father.
Didn't they do anything cultural for you? Well, never mind!
You're a loving woman. You're odd, but you're loving.
My water oxen's waiting at Idlewild, Pan American flight 100 for Karachi.
She gave her royalties to the Epstein Home in Montebank.
This is Sally Cato MacDougal.
I never did think Santa would have a Southern accent!
I'm worried. We have little to show Mr. Warner.
She's passing the master of the hounds! Very bad form.
How did you get that lovely tan so early in spring?
- I don't know how I got in Tinkertoys. - I want a pair of skates.
Get them at Gimbels!
Thank you.
Can I ask you just one question? How did you stay on that horse?
- What's that?! - Oh, no!
I feel that you and I are going to create something.
Miss Upson and my nephew, Patrick. What is your boyfriend's name?
It's me, Sally Cato!
Well, now, Patrick. Here. And little Glory.
That's the third time!
I didn't bring any of my riding togs.
Here is clarity. I stayed awake half the night to sift it from obscurity.
He's coming here? In the middle of the night?
Guilty. Are you guilty of all of this?
Golly.
I'm just a homebody. Claude is the clever one.
Mame...
- Leave it. Get the ladder out of here. - Norah, lto, somebody answer the door!
Vera.
...ordinary mortals simply don't have to know about.
Mr. O'Bannion and I are going to work, so why don't you do...
Oh, dear. This is a legal document.
- Who'll be coming? Bunny, Muriel Puce? - What's wrong with Muriel Puce?
How I have looked forward to this evening! Come in.
What's definite now?
I like Beau. I like him a lot. Then it's all settled!
Look, I'll get some champagne.
Well, I'm gonna ask you to...
My, what an eager mind! You won't need these words for months.
Emory, come on home!
Making a scene. Causing a traumatic experience for this child.
Atwater Kent too?
- Do they wear uniforms? - At my school, we wear nothing.
How stupid of me. I gave up weaving for sculpture.
- Let's be reasonable. - I'll make him a decent Christian...
It's made by the famous Danish designer, Yul Uhlu.
Child, how can you see with all that light?
This is spicy. Try one of the striped ones, Mums.
Certainly, princess.
...to protect this boy from your idiotic, cockeyed nincompoopery!
But, Vera... You see...
He's not really my little boy. He's my late brother's son.
Sugar, you look absolutely dreamy.
Mr. Widdicombe, I have your San Francisco call for you.
And yet it's so sweet.
- An appalling situation. - Frightful, my dear.
That moon’s bright!
That stupid clerk sent me two left skates.
Good!
Now, come on, Agnes, live! Come, child. Live!
Do you mind if I sit down?
The color, the splendor, the mystery.
Yes, Missy Dennis?
- Don't tell me she can't come. - Who can't come?
Mr. Babcock, you've gone out.
Couldn't you have gone to purple by now?
It's 10,000 feet up. We only got another mile to go.
The Marie Antoinette room! No, Vera's there. You better camp out with me.
I happen to be in love with him.
I'll say this much, there's no sugar in a Claude Upson daiquiri.
Whatever you say.
What on earth does she want?
Surprise! Welcome home, Mame!
And the closet was locked. Imagine?
We've decided on a September wedding at our place in Montebank.
Why is an elevator man's job like my place in Connecticut?
Please.
I'm entitled to half of the royalties for services as editor and co-author..."
Enough! That's enough!
I forgot about that time we almost got caught in a speakeasy. I was 10.
Speed-O better have symbols for four-letter words.
What is it, my dear?
...who gives me diamonds or almost diamonds.
She has the IQ of a dead battery. As for your other girlfriends...
You do have a bust!
I hunted through every low, crackpot school.
Get your coat. Ito, change your jacket. Now, hurry!
Your plans! You're shouting orders for everyone.
Anything, just make it double. I see it in two volumes. Boxed, like Proust.