Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

<i>♪ Ha, ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah</i>
<i>♪ Never sing again</i>
Hmm?
And now, my bunny, you must sleep.
But she's very keen to learn.
Use the air.
- Mr McMoon, has he got a sweetheart? - I really don't know.
Get up on your feet. Bravo! Come on!
You can't put Mrs James O'Flaherty next to the baroness.
Mr McMoon? What are you doing here?
Well, I must say, I think you're absolutely ideal.
<i>♪ L'orren do mio voto</i>
<i>♪ Bring back sweet old memories</i>
An Englishman.
If I may, please.
Come.
I'm...
Maestro Carlo Edwards, assistant conductor at the Metropolitan Opera.
- This is a private recording! - That's our record!
Finally, the line below that should read:
There's an Earl Wilson here.
Hey, how about one more?
Oh, my God!
- What? - Stall her, stall her.
Gentlemen, the chairs are not for practical use. You have been told.
- I shall. - Just hurry.
- Are you taking any medication? - Just mercury and arsenic, of course.
I've lived day to day never knowing if my body, if it'll succumb and my...
<i>♪ Elle court sur la mousse Et ne se souvient pas</i>
Oh, Colonel.
Our next tableau...
Kitty said you were asleep.
I would like to take some more lessons with him.
my father told me that if I didn't give up music and marry a dull banker,
- On the left, babes. - Left? You know I like the right side.
- Drink? - Rather.
Our marriage is a thing of the spirit.
Tallulah! Up here! We love you!
- And goodnight. - Goodnight.
Break a leg.
No, thank you. I hope you don't mind me being here.
I don't feel that I imbued the moment of inspiration
"By the end of her performance, the stage was a...
Excuse me, excuse me. You have absolutely no right to this.
Now, you are pooped, Bunny. Straight to bed or I shall be very, very cross.
More.
No, no, no, no, no. My dancing days are done.
Anyway, she's old enough to be his aunt.
Sing, Madam Florence!
Bunny.
it matters more than ever.
Name your price, Wilson. What is it? 100? Is it 200?
<i>♪ Your love is short-sighted</i>
I never could have imagined that I would be here tonight,
- How did Richard Crooks get the record? - She gave it to him.
The Angel of Inspiration, featuring Madam Florence Foster Jenkins!
- Tallulah Bankhead is here. - Oh, my hat.
Good morning, Miss Rabbit.
so don't smoke in her presence or hand her a knife or anything like that.
<i>♪ No, I could never</i>
He's kidding. He's kidding.
- Like Nature's patient, sleep... - I think I'll read.
<i>♪ Quand la lune se joue</i>
Charlie, cup of coffee?
Yeah, and her heart sounds like a dyin' cat!
There is no one quite like you.
- Oh, bravo, Bunny. - And all the reviews are just terrific.
- "Even their simultaneous reflexes... - Sinatra fans.
or whether you will focus on your ambition.
How do you do? I read your column. It's great fun.
"And the consensus was that she'd never sung better."
<i>I'd love to. For anyone in particular?</i>
I miss him terribly.
Oh, my God. It's Toscanini, the conductor.
Isn't the truth that a lot of hurt people are having some fun?
Phineas, try to get this through your fat head.
What did Kathleen say?
Jeez, I'm so sorry. That's awful.
Stop there.