Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whatever else is a lady to do when one receives an invitation from Louis XVI?
I don't know.
Keep an eye out for newts, will you, pal?
[exhales]
This is my building, are you interested in renting?
He's headed south on Jefferson.
Well, someone told you wrong...
[tires screech]
No, I couldn't make Denise's party.
She was bleeding me dry, that little tramp!
Go anywhere, do anything he wants.
And you think I'm losing my mind, don't you?
Gas!
Mr. Knight, just what are you doing here?
[groans]
Yeah, I know. Which may have explained why your place was ransacked.
a couple of breakdancing mummies...
[gas hissing]
Michael! What?
I'd love to, but I can't. My boss is having a Halloween party.
(Grant) Yeah?
See you later. Got it.
(Michael) Hello?
This building has more locks than a Federal Reserve Bank.
Happy new apartment!
(man) Hey, Rhett!
We can't clear it, Michael, we're too close.
Keep your scanners peeled.