Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, wait a minute. What if it's a twist ending?
Yeah, I love ragtime.
Hearin' Harvey Brooks play was a spiritual experience.
we cannot understand the societal pressure a black mother is under.
Sorry, boys. A gentleman never remembers. [chuckles]
Somethin' that would make women sneeze through their knees
-There he is. -♪ My mommy ♪
-She fuckin' slayed you, man. -I didn't belong anywhere.
Come here, my little prince. Give your mother a hug.
Whatever your mama says, goes, Edward.
You play a huggin' and rubbin' song,
We had some great times, didn't we, Edward?
Not at the pool hall, not at home.
Exactly, just like I'm torn between my family and my freedom.
-Okay. -Tell me about your farm in Virginia.
There's pubes as far as the eye can see.
Duke was trying to tell us the story about the first time he jazzed
Here we go.
Jay, some day you'll have to tell us the story
Mm!
All right, I'll come along. For the fanny, not the pianny.
-Why, you dropped your handkerchief. -Well, aren't you a dear? Thank you.
Harvey Brooks, the ghost of Harriet Tubman, they were all there?
And that's how I became the great Duke Ellington.
♪ Lift up your apron And give me a slice of that pie ♪
Duke, did you lose your virginity to--
and reached the Mason-Dixon Line,
Right about now, please welcome to the stage coming all the way from Kentucky singing their song titled “Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby (I’m Your Gigolo)” give it for Heathcliff Scott & The Four Gigolos
You-- you feel bigger.
Nick. Miss Clinkskales was an old maid.