Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You threw something at my head.
Look, I said what I need to get you the gig,
Are you done playing with lipstick?
Buy her a soda. And have her home by 10:00.
♪ Well, we used to be the best of friends ♪
What? Where?
-Nothing. -What picture did you...
Who has a bus schedule? Anyone have a bus schedule?
Are we in trouble?
So B. Altman's my day job. And it's a secret.
Weird.
I thought you said this place wasn't that much bigger.
"but I'm pretty sure it's them.
I'm sure."
Now, Christ and Moses
Simon says run in a circle backwards.
-B. Altman's a secret? -Comedy is a secret.
I fucking love the Catskills.
Killed an entire family, and then left a bill.
-You seem grumpy. -I just want to land one of these gigs.
-in the first place. -I'm...
Shayna punim.
♪ My baby don't care for ♪
His wife murdered him in Panama, so...
She said that little Robbie Moses
3:00. Better. 3:00. Thank you.
A lot of nice girls here this year.
Simon says touch your nose, touch your toes. Ha!
And this play, I mean, it's got everything:
for a new grass skirt.
Well, my father. She'll-she'll give it up to him.
And somebody's gonna get up and give a big dramatic speech.
♪ To shut up. ♪
or married or... that.
I had to get back right away.
My God.
♪ Mr. Spellman and Mr. Sheen. ♪
and the guy they booked just found Jesus.
Hello?
We are not like-minded.
♪ My baby don't care for ♪
Now just give me something, something good,
but that turned out to be bullshit, too.
The duck was alive when it was given to him,
I've been doing some gigs here and there.
Well, you smell it, right? It's a very strong smell.
-Can I walk? -Have you lost your mind?
I'll, uh, I'll get you the number.
So they just stand there, in the back of St. Patrick's,
Oh, hello, Mrs. O'Toole.
-Aren't you gonna watch me? -Like a fucking hawk.
Oh, good double-bill, Spellman and Sheen. Nice one.
I'm supposed to be talking about blow jobs and big tits,
SEWELL: Then you do not include yourself among his enemies.
But no one else. Well, Susie.
It was a shit tip. I don't need a shit tip.
I went everywhere. I was in such a frenzy,
-That's Mamie Eisenhower. -Yeah, so?
"What is it?"
-(dial tone buzzing) -Hello? Shit!
♪ S'wonderful, s'marvelous ♪
♪ Mama, don't scold me ♪
(phone crackles)
What are you, the lost Gabor sister?
Isn't it weird?
-Not a surprise. -Who are you?
and missed my pastels class.
it's only because I'm spending too much time
but that's it.
Okay, I'm sorry. Wow, big room.
-So... -Would you like to go?
-You're a... -I'm a standup. I do comedy.
She doesn't look funny.
You can't just randomly charge me money because you're mad.
as a dead duck.
You're my son.
and his head blew up like a balloon.
GOLDIE: Mrs. Maisel, are you still here?
-(women gasp) -No.
Anything wrong?
MOISHE: Look who I found wandering
but, after six weeks up here,
The Concord. Late show. Tonight.
is at Upstairs at the Downstairs next week.
We're here, Shirley. Your moment's passed.
"Well, I've only seen them in pictures,
Uh, I don't know. I make a hell of a Jell-O mold.
the presence of American troops in Lebanon.