Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

<i>♪ Et riant à la nuit</i>
Oh, baby!
Oh, golly.
<i>♪ Le long des lauriers roses</i>
Oh!
That's such a pretty melody.
<i>♪ You're really not discreet</i>
Music...
and ensure that only true music lovers gain entry.
You have a full and very warm house
I'm adding a codicil to my will.
June 4th, Saturday night at 8pm. Oh, I do so hope you can be there.
Thank you very much. I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mr McMoon.
It's an emergency. My boss has no paper this morning.
Yes, yes. There in a demisemiquaver.
Oh, quite. Quite.
Honey, must you always embarrass me?
<i>My son Samuel. He's a flight navigator. He's missing in action over Germany.</i>
Her phrasing is haphazard.
My editor would disagree. There's quite a buzz around town about it.
The baroness and some of the others are gathering for lunch downstairs.
Mud in your eye.
- Do you wanna try another take? - Well, I don't see why.
A little more <i>allegretto,</i> please, if you don't mind, Mr McMoon.
I think so too.
But then when the nerves were damaged in my left hand, that was not to be.
That's too bad. What happened to your hand?
- Mr McMoon is staying the night. - Of course.
So you think I should just sit here and have a jolly drink with you
I don't remember such a wonderful night.
Then I shall phone him first thing in the morning.
Would you like me to do them for you?
- There's a mess? - Oh!
You're very welcome.
- Oh, yes. - Yes.
"Her grace and brilliant personality
- Why did he buy all of them? - I don't know.
But I came all the way from Brooklyn.
Let me know when you've fixed a date.
<i>♪ By candlelight in stately dance</i>
<i>♪ Verse anciente</i>
<i>♪ If I laugh so! Ah, ha, ha</i>
You dropped your mouchoir, Mr Fancy-Pants.
Then I'll trouble you no more.
<i>♪ My waistline so slim and charming</i>
- Hmm? - ..flat.
- Thank you very much. - Goodnight, sir.
Mr Bayfield, wake up. Mr... Madam Florence is here.
Are you OK?
Bravo! It was wonderful, Bunny.
with my beloved husband by my side.
- Where did the chancre first appear? - It was on my left hand, right here.
It's not even a choice for us.
Carlton Smith. And Mr Stubbs.
Bunny, that's not a good idea. Last night...
Yes!
- He'll be back soon. - Hmm.
- Oh! - Well...
- How did Richard Crooks get... <i>- Ed, you're on the air.</i>
This is my favourite place in the whole world.
<i>singing "Like A Bird" by Cosmé McMoon.</i>
At last Stephen Foster can write his song.
"Eminent", yes.
<i>♪ That I could never sing again</i>
Yes, we must.
- Why? - You're not her type.
Tickets, please.
She has done more for the musical life of this city than anyone.
- Hi. - Tallulah!
It's me, my precious. I'm going to turn you over.
No, I... I had the night of my life.
Do you know the <i>Prelude in E minor?</i> Chopin?
<i>Could you play it again? And please tell us where we could find her record.</i>
Wait, wait, wait.
Mr McMoon.
She's gone.
Was everyone laughing at me the whole time?
Please, Mr Bayfield.
Cole Porter?
- Good evening, Madam Florence. - Hello, Kitty.
She slurps her soup.
And your coat, sir.
Well, you know, there are some other candidates to hear, Bunny.
Bravo!
<i>♪ My foot with its contour divine</i>
Oh, right. When?
You know, we are so looking forward to that concert.
When we throw parties, we make mountains of the stuff.
"..recital at the Ritz-Carlton."
- Silly of me. - My great niece isn't married.
You see, we have to help her because without loyalty, there's nothing.
I shall start to make arrangements.
Kitty. Would you mind bringing a blanket?