Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You may be a schoolteacher, but you're certainly not an old maid.

I'm afraid you won't think they're lovely.

Those words have been on your tongue and your sister's tongue...

Here I am, all freshly bathed and scented and feeling like a brand-new human being.

Their intimate nature.

Blanche, you left nothing here but spilt talcum and old perfume bottles.

- Such fine hair. - That's the problem.

That's just a hint if you want to remember my birthday.

So farewell, my friend, and let there be no hard feelings."

Because as you must have noticed, I...

But when a thing is important I tell the truth.

How's the baby?

I've lost respect for you.

- Oh, good. - It's the finest present I was ever given.

Well, anyhow, I shall be entertained in style.

- Yes, Blanche. - Honey...

Which says, what belongs to the wife belongs to the husband and vice versa.

Hey! What do you think...!

Would you like some pop?

- I wasn't. - We're gonna play.

Where are your fox pieces?

I call her little in spite of the fact that she's somewhat older than I am.

- I'm losing and you want to eat. - Well, I see you boys are still at it.

Mitch, Mitch, we're in public. You must behave like a gentleman.

You're so matter-of-fact about it all, Stella.

Well, the only way to hush the parrot up was to put...

You've got to shimmer and glow.

What are you two looking at me like that for?

Oh, Stella for star, how lovely to have a baby.

No matter what happens, we all gotta keep on going.

just too much around here.

You done this to her.

to turn in her room key for permanently.

His party of apes?

I'm looking for the Pleiades...

How about taking a swim, a moonlight swim at the old rock quarry?

I never was hard or self-sufficient enough.

I'd be glad to.

Maybe we are a long way from being made in God's image.

Oh, bow to me first.

- Silver? - Yes.

Luck is believing you're lucky, that's all.

You're not the delicate type.

But it wouldn't be make-believe

- How long you here for? - Why, I don't know yet.

- Yes? - Oh, come on, hon.

- Stanley. Ow! - Will you open your eyes to this stuff?

Please, Blanche. He was as good as a lamb when I came back.

And that's why I...

This somebody named Shaw is under the impression that he met you in Auriol.

What do you want to know that for?

Honey, I'm taking Blanche to Galatoire's for supper tonight...

He implored my forgiveness.

I guess I'm a little nervous about our relations.

People talk, who cares?

Please don't get up. I'm only passing through.

You do, honey lamb.

This man isn't Shep Huntleigh.

You'll be lonely when she passes on, won't you?

What are you looking at?

- Not so much? - No, more.

That no-good, rotten...

Now, let me see. I have to run through my repertoire.

Lining a white cake.

We danced the Varsouviana.

- You mean you want a shot in it? - A shot never did a Coke any harm.

Never mind long distance. Get me Western Union.

What do you mean? She didn't show you papers, deed of sale, nothing like that?

I can't stand a naked light bulb any more than I can a rude remark...

- A man like that... - I told you I love him.

I never cheated my sister, or you, or anyone else on earth as long as I lived.

You need somebody.

- He's really very ashamed of himself. - And that...

So you'd better give me some money.

- The touch of your hands insults them. - Now, don't pull that stuff.

Well, there's a story connected with this inscription.

Well, the only way to hush the parrot up was to put the cover...

Having great wealth sometimes makes people lonely.

I'm gonna break up the game.

Not unless necessary.

What is this sister of yours, a deep-sea diver?

Honey, everything's all right.

Where...? Where is Stella?

- In a drugstore and had a soda. - Mm-hm.

- Well, how? - It had to be sacrificed or something.

- Cherry. Heh, heh. - Cherry.

- Yes, Blanche. - Oh, and Stella.

The little there is belongs to people who have known some sorrow.

Not on Sunday afternoon!

Run away now, quickly.

And now for these last few remaining moments of our lives together...

- Oh, that's not what I... - Of course, there...

Jeeeessssssssssssssss!!

but believe me, honey, I feel more than I tell you.

- Hush, please, Blanche. - Honey...

How much does it cost for a string of furs like that?

Oh, you're Stella's sister.

That what belongs to the wife belongs to the husband also

- How is she? - She wouldn't eat anything.