Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wanted to see you. I want to know you're all right.
Easy, Felix. I don't think she's armed.
Anyway, I don't want to ruin his life...
Imagine pretending to be a stock boy when you're a major artiste.
...with a slight increase in temperature.
Wait--
Go!
By the way, the eyebrows are growing back nice.
That's it! A demonstration!
Jonathan, wait!
How can you think that?
You little creep! Stop touching me!
Arms and legs? God, how thoughtless. I'm sorry.
How would you like to be the chief window dresser at Illustra?
The window.
Yoo-hoo boys!
This job at Illustra is destroying your sense of humor.
Did Armand say something bad? Forgive me.
I am so jealous.
This is not the door!
Heartache
I got the month of May
Hang on!
Who's crying?
Thank you.
I want those two arrested for breaking and entering and grand theft.
Mom, when I was growing up, did I ever do anything really strange?
What do you mean?
Hollywood Montrose. Doesn't it just sing?
Will you be able to identify the one...
Yeah, this one's kind of fun.
Get up, Richards! Get him!
Hold it there, boy! Did you have anybody particular in mind?
When you made me, didn't you feel inspiration?
At least, not in the two weeks since I've been in charge here.
The things I could've done with these tools!
Women, you know, a beautiful woman....
Emmy!
You can drive me to work.
...are you sure this is right for you?
-Who's that? -That's B.J. Wert, the regional manager.
-Come on, let's dance! -No. I can't.
What's the matter, honey? Come on.
You are magic.
In women's lingerie.
You're back! I thought--
I've worked on this deal too long to have it ruined by some snot-nosed punk.
No!
You're not in a union, you idiot.
Jonathan, I wanna give you one last chance.
That's right!
Shit!
An eternal failure is putting together the most magnificent displays in town.
Get him!
Just a minute, Mr. Richards. I believe we're onto something here.
How can you say that? We do everything together!
Sure, the Nile is overflowing. There is a wheat shortage.
-Get out of the way, doofus! -Move, damn it!
Excuse me.
Spent the night? You slept through the whole how-do-you-do.
It's either our new vice president, the fairy or the dummy.
Hi, Tony.
If I'm one thing, I'm Ioyal.
Don't do anything drastic! Me, my!
Yeah, I'm trying.
-Clear out, lady! -Stop pushing, okay? I'm going.
She's perfectly safe.
-See you then. -Bye.