Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Or bends with the remover to remove:
Yes, thank you for calling back. The poster.
Send him in. Thank you, Kitty.
I cannot play Carnegie Hall with Madam Florence.
- What? - Behave yourself.
St Clair? Are you there?
We'd rather go without bread than Mozart, wouldn't we?
<i>♪ Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha!</i>
- Well, goodnight, my love. - Night-night.
Of course, his grandfather was an earl, you know.
- You can't be sold out. - I'm so sorry.
I...
<i>That was Florence Foster Jenkins</i>
But swooping down from the clouds
Rest, my beautiful. Rest.
Music. She lives for music.
It would be such a pity if the <i>Post</i> were excluded from Carnegie Hall.
Well, no, you couldn't. This one's mine.
<i>♪ Figlia mia non è</i>
Mr Corbin's friends are all so personable.
Cosmé! Where have you been?
as well as, of course, our very own Verdi Club.
On my wedding night.
- Maybe I should get home. - No, no, no.
Good.
I must be on... Good afternoon to you.
Hmm.
- Hmm. - To share such profound communion.
Only if you recite for me.
to the musical life of this city.
though not, as yet, in the principal role.
Kisses for Mommy.
What was the high point of the evening for you?
- You mean the podiatrist? - What, with the lovely hands?
- What? - That's her at the door.
and Madam Jenkins retired to affectionate applause."
Well, unfortunately we are rehearsing.
When have I ever mocked or scoffed?
Go!
- Half the audience is drunk. - You were told about the soldiers.
Where is that silly, silly boy?
<i>♪ Le long des lauriers roses</i>
- How old were you? - 18.
I hear your play was a triumph.
- How much are tickets? - I'm afraid we've already sold out.
- The phone hasn't stopped ringing. - Oh, hasn't it?
- Ha! - I don't have...
- Hold her. Hold her! <i>- ♪ I came from Alabama</i>
O vengeance!
This guy comes by this morning, takes all the copies I got.
<i>♪ Ah, ha, ha!</i>
- Earl Wilson of the <i>New York Post.</i> - How do you do, Mr Bayfield?
for it cannot be but I am pigeon-livered
Hmm.
Hey!
but it was a serviceable attempt.
I am not interested in your bullshit music club, OK?
<i>- ♪ Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha!</i> - That's it. Shh.
The Donohughes, how nice to see you. Mr and Mrs Wallace.
Taxi! Taxi!
<i>Wunderbar!</i>
So, that is two tickets for the Levis and a dollar change.
is quite simply unforgivable.
- Jenny. May I have my briefcase? - Thank you.
Madam Florence, they're tearing the place apart. You must go on.
<i>♪ My little white hands are fine</i>
Finish it. I'm teaching first thing.
Amongst others, she is patron of the Euterpe Club,
<i>♪ Elle passe sans bruit</i>
- I can't go on that stage. - Oh! Sit.
Are we not happy?
Here we are. <i>The Bell Song.</i>
Go ahead, go ahead.
With knobs on.
What am I doing here?
Come.