Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Michael, I'm going to open doors for you.
Do you know what your silly nephew did?
Give Clifton my love. I'll be right over...
- Clever. Clever. - Oh, well.
Mr. Babcock, not in front of the B-O-Y.
Natural? Well, it might be natural for a sardine!
Strained honey. That's the secret.
I felt if I should make something out of...
- What's that supposed to be? - You don't like it?
- Do I really? - Yes, now come along.
Pure protein. They're marinated after they remove the fangs.
You know what your trouble is? You don't live, live, live!
You've got no idea how happy I am. I've been looking all over for you.
The most important thing is to have a good beginning.
Thank you.
But he's been a close friend of the family since I was a girl...
Laid out Patrick's career.
- Who? Who is coming? - Just family, darling.
Of course, we always spend summers at our camp in the Adirondacks.
You should've sat on him.
Well, my father said, since you're my only living relative...
What an honor it is to have you in our little home.
Have him ready at 8:00 sharp tomorrow. Kid, you'd better be wearing knickers!
...and you, Mr. O'Bannion.
Oh, dear. The employment bureau didn't tell me you were bringing a child.
Should I do this? lt'll take up all my time. I came home to be with you.
- Perhaps they won't notice. - Won't notice?
They gave me my Christmas vacation a little bit early.
I've got something to say. I'll have to say it fast or not say it at all.
Don't worry, I got dozens of things you can wear.
That is exactly what I'm here for. To discuss this boy's proper education.
...to write down all the words you don't understand.
Well, that's a very interesting design...
He's not little anymore.
No matter how far I go, it waits for me. I hope you used it weekends.
Mr. Leavitt down at the pawnshop...
I've gotta find out what to do now.
Honey.
We both figure it couldn't get much wetter than it is right now.
It's above Darien. You'll love it.
Auntie Mame! Auntie Mame!
No, 'tis the first, curse the evil day.
- Where were we? - Give us our last sentence.
Don't lean. Sit erect. Say your prayers.
I'm Mr. Babcock. Miss Dennis is expecting me.
...for something you've never heard of?
Heavens, this looks like the main chapel of a funeral parlor.
Vera! Vera! I am about to be attacked by the Knickerbocker Bank.
No. It's the first lady of American theater out cold in the guest room.
Thank you...
I dropped by the Bixby School and what did I find?
Mame Dennis. Oh, yes!
Howdy. Excuse me, but I wondered if...
I've given up alcohol, along with everything else.
Hello, anybody?
Everything Mrs. Burnside dictates is so wonderful.
But, darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!
Besides, your Aunt Mame may like it as a remembrance of your sainted father.
Quite devastatingly mad.
One thing you must remember:
And this ghastly thing happened.
You won't have to worry about a thing.
- Was there something unusual? - Yes, he wanted to pay cash.
I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I'm just busting to meet your mother.
That's my car! That's county property!
Now, where were we?
Lindsay, Mame will never write a book.
Silly.
It seems to help.
That's it. Give me a nice smile.
- I thought I'd give her character. - You scene-stealing, society biddy!
"How to Ride a Horse."
Gently, darling, gently.
- It's my bracelet. It's caught on you. - Bring down the curtain!
I just squashed it to bits.
I swear, it'll be a bestseller. And you'd be doing me a favor.
Well, it was ghastly.
Goodbye, Yankee gal!
He tried but you bit him.
I told them Macy folks that they was wrong.
That moon's bright!
What could be more wholesome or natural?
A genuine Picasso, huh? His black and blue period.
Oh, golly, short pants! At last. Can I try them on right now?
Thank you, Mrs. Burnside.
That's what it is. It's a Christmas miracle.
You sit right over here beside me, Mrs. Gooch.
Later, I will explain it.
- Let me help you. - No, darling. It's no use.
Agnes, where is your spine?
Oh, darling, that's the most beautiful bracelet I ever owned.
I must say, Mrs. Burnside, you're everything I ever expected.
No place else get job anyhow.
You know I will...
- Yes. You'll write your autobiography. - Me? Write a book?
But, just as a courtesy, we'll come and discuss it.
- Oh, dang! - Up, up, Rover! Up, up!
You go upstairs now, dear...
- Sheets. Where were the sheets...? - When will you be home from the party?
She wanted to meet you.
We must have that game of golf soon.
Now, sit you down, Mamie. I've something special to show you.
Mame, sugar...
And he's not mine. But he's not yours, Mr. Babcock.
Help is on the way!
Since we have Mamie here, we ought to let her know the plans.
Flaubert spent 13 years on Madame Bovary.