Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Felix... Oscar.

You change in the dressing room.

You have something on your cheek.

It's ridiculous, I'm a sports writer.

You can't fire my buddy.

No. Besides, what do you need it for?

Way, Toro, a Picasso, hey-ya.

Your mouth, I'm not that excited about.

and I'm going to close all channels of communication.

And Unger, "anything" means keeping Oscar Madison,

I can't do that, Felix.

Cute, a line for every country.

We'll even have a Mandar men's hair spray.

Unger, I hope you realize what I'm about to say.

You asked me to do it.

Thank you, sir.

And I'd hate for you to lose this assignment.

Now all of you, clear out of here,

Whitehill thinks Oscar's good-looking?

Did you ever see Whitehill?

This is Tracy Keenan in the Dutch outfit.

and they want a happening ad campaign.

To go on his column.

I can't seem to get into it.

How's that? How do I look, Felix?

Unger, our agency is your biggest account.

No, I like a man with spirit but not on the payroll.

See, I thought it would help you catch my eyes, see?

though not one iota of film was useable.

Aren't you going to introduce me to my coworkers?

Yeah. Go change your clothes.