Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bravo! Bravo!
It can be very painful, so... Oh.
I was out and about and I suddenly realised I was in your neighbourhood.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.
God darn it, Mr Bayfield,
When I said "help yourself to a nightcap", I meant one.
<i>- ♪ Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha!</i> - Quiet. Shh!
'Swounds I should take it,
It is the Angel of Inspiration sent from on high.
Doesn't she?
Thank you! Thank you very much, Mr Zeigler.
Well, there were so many.
Well, if Mr Churchill had adopted that attitude,
Um, just a moment, Madam Florence.
Bravo! Bravo!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
- Are the preparations going well? - Very well.
Good idea?
Did you see Carlo Edwards from the Met?
A whole world of pleasure awaits you, Mrs Stark.
How could we not begin with a soup? There would be a riot.
It is my pleasure to present you with this small token of our esteem.
I'm very well aware of what they might do.
Now, then, Little Miss Foster, make me proud.
Excuse me.
- A cat dyin'? - Hey, she can't sing!
- It was wonderful. - Thank you. Thank you very much.
Florence and I have an understanding.
<i>I don't think it's for sale. It's a private recording.</i>
Ha. Blow the candles out. Ha!
Bunny.
- Did you not notice? - Music is important.
I spy Cole Porter in the front row no less.
Make that "thunderous applause".
St Clair, congratulations. What a wonderful evening.
I haven't heard a voice that good since Caruso.
It might be best if we were discreet about these classes.
And perhaps I shall perform a monologue.
could I possibly ask what it is Madam Florence carries in that briefcase?
by your patron and friend in her hour of need,
Sing! Sing, Madam Florence, sing!
I bought up every copy of the <i>Post</i> within two blocks.
Well, I...
Hmm.
Listen! Listen to them, hack!
- I will not ignore them. - This is our night out, St Clair.
<i>♪ There's a bird in the... in the trees</i>
And he was brilliant. Utterly, utterly brilliant.
Well, I... I am very disappointed in you, Mr McMoon.
Tell the ushers that absolutely no one gets in without a ticket. No exceptions.
that would interest the readers of the <i>New York Post.</i>
Maybe you could speak to Mr Totten, tell him it's not such a great idea.
That's true.
Mr Totten, would you mind witnessing right here?
<i>♪ You seem to see her everywhere</i>
Oh! Madam Florence.
We can do it.
Thank you.
Oh, here he is. Oh, my goodness me.
and lack gall to make oppression bitter,
Come, come, come. That's what I... I wanted to... Look.
But I've fought and I've fought and I've fought.
You've seen everything you're gonna see. Sit down.
<i>♪ Therefore my advice is that you look twice</i>
She is the worst goddamn singer in the entire world!
and a teeny bit extra for a new shirt.
- So, is it really true? - What's that?
<i>I lost my left leg and half my face at Guadalcanal,</i>
- St Clair! - Madam Florence, please, please...
Shut your eyes. I'll recite for you.
Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you, thank you.
Bunny. Bunny.
We'll put her between Prince Galitzer and Mrs Oscar Garmunder.
It's going very, very, very well.
<i>♪ Où va la jeune Indoue</i>
Death has been my constant companion for almost 50 years.
That seemed perfect to me.
This moment.
I just need the ticket.
Because I would like you to have a little something when I die, Cosmé.
Well, she understands that love takes many forms.
<i>♪ Like a bird</i>
- Is Mr Bayfield with you? - No.
And she has sung in dozens of sell-out concerts.
Hmm.
- Flat? - A tad. Well, just a tad.
- May I come in? - Sure.
We have to plan the Verdi lunch.
Mr Bayfield, is there any way I could do the lessons but not the concerts?
I've rather neglected my other students.
Mr Stark, how very nice.
- No, I'm sorry. - Please.
But wait. What is this?
- Yes. - Ah, it's been too long.
Through there.
We'll see. I'm watching them carefully.
A few pointers as to how Madam Florence does things.