Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Susie!
Okay, and here's the other thing.
Okay, I think the red would look good on you
- You know what I'm saying? - Mm-hmm.
She keeps insisting that she's not misrepresenting herself.
- I'm the rehearsal pianist. - Get out!
- Congratulations. - Thank you, thank you.
- You know, # Happy birth... # - Stupid, stupid song.
You are obsessed with tits.
Not off book yet, huh?
# That lucky star I talk about is due... #
- So wait here, I'll go... - Sure sure, whoa whoa.
Right.
- I'm sure. - Don't be so uptight.
Hey, listen, I'm having a birthday party on Saturday night.
- Yeah, we just moved in. - Did you?
I told you to get Capezio jazz oxfords.
# Happy birthday to you. #
- You'd have to be Flash. - Who?
I will get those shoes today.
Well, guess what? Happy anniversary.
- Ben liked that? - Yeah, he has taste.
- All right. - Okay.
Feel them. They feel totally natural.
Oh, what do you got there, chicken? Oh yeah, thank you.
- I'll just take it. - All right, fine. You made me happy.
some pair of knockers on her, huh?
Oh my gosh.
Five minutes, everyone. Five minutes.
# Honey, everything's #
- Happy birthday! - Hey, thank you.
Your money's no good here, darling.
- That's gonna be fun. - Yeah.
How are you?
Oh, Rhonda and I kept fighting all night.
but, you know, it's nice.
# For me and for you. #
the piano player from the show?
She's like completely bullshitting this guy 'cause he's blind.
I feel uncomfortable, self-conscious singing it.
Okay, he did not say it.
- A titmouse? - A mouse.
- Come on, it's "Gypsy." - I'll be outside.
You can't get rid of these things, you know?
but she wants to get her breasts enlarged,