Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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