Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Diets are no use. It's those jelly doughnuts.
Roxie.
-Trimming the hedges long, Switcher? -Actually, no.
Pardon me?
Mira bacalla màgrada amb tomate
...but when I work, I gotta work alone.
When I move up, somebody will have to take my place here.
That way.
-Not this time. -Every time.
Create honey, create!
Just keep doing what you did last night and you'll be fine.
I'll straighten them out, tout de suite. How can they think of firing you?
Christopher Columbus? You knew him?
Way to go, buddy!
You're riding with a mannequin on the back of your motorcycle.
-Mother. -All right, so he sells camel dung.
What happened? What did I say?
There was 20 mannequins with tennis rackets coming out of....
-You got that? -Yes.
She's who I came for.
I'm fired! Pick up my paycheck and get out.
You say you hear voices, there's no one there.
My name is Ema Hesire, but you can call me Emmy.
Here you go.
Mine's bigger than yours is.
What problem?
Emmy...
-She's in conference-- -Thank you.
This never happened to Armand before. Never!
-Just watch him. -Yes, sir.
-Sure. You got it. I'm Jonathan Switcher. -Hollywood.
Look, our relationship is strictly business!
I have a reputation to uphold.
I thought our plans were for 8:00 last night. My mistake.
He'll be there.
Absolutely scintillating!
-Thanks. Men's room is broken. -Of course, dear, whatever you say.
All artists must fall in love with their creations, but you seem so special.
I tried to show the customer a little flair.
They won't appreciate an emotional appeal.
Yeah! Boy, they did a good job rebuilding the balcony.
People need that.
What is wrong with this picture?
I caught him doing awful things to a half-naked dummy.
You weren't so shy when you were creating me.
Me, I'm gonna wind up in the nuthouse after this.
All right, I'm sorry. I'm going on and on.
Jonathan.
-Good morning, Mrs. T. -Good morning, Jonathan.
Where were you? You look like you slept in the street.
This one kinda looks like her, too.
If they come to look, they'll stay to buy.
Mrs. Timkin, those video cameras, did they pick up...
This poor man is having a breakdown.
You're kidding! That's great!
Thank you!
...and make sure that lunatic never works in this town again.
Jonathan, it is my honor to inform you that starting Monday morning...
No, sir. That's a God-given gift.
We'll follow them, and at the right moment, grab her.
Come on, Rambo. Tonight we nail that little fart blossom.
Last night might have been a one-time inspiration.
Do you know I was supposed to marry?
It was an accident.
-You son of a bitch! -All right, $60,000.
He can put a rubber glove on his head and run naked in the store yelling:
Of course, you probably don't know who Greta Garbo is.
And proudly, I would like to be that person.
Briefly, I'd like to do something creative.