Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry.
His Jag's in the shop. Hi.
Screw your dog!
They're gonna be begging to sell this place within a month.
What if he's telling the truth?
I'm a window dresser here. We're going to have fun.
Hollywood, you're a genius!
Bet
I wonder if insanity is covered in the employee health plan?
-Thank you. -What is it?
That's it! You're fired!
What would you say if I told you, you get more beautiful every day?
Want a giraffe for the birthday boy? A monkey?
You didn't happen to run into Michelangelo?
...lunchtime.
It's my responsibility to secure the perimeter here...
Nobody hired me, Jonathan. You know who I am.
It's you.
-Get going. -Right.
-She's the dummy! -Please, don't use force.
I'll be waiting in the window.
You're fired! Get your paycheck and get out of here!
There must be some arrangement we can make?
I wonder if you could do it yourself, with a vacuum cleaner or something.
One giant balloon, coming up.
-Monday, we'll work together. -You're not listening.
Cheers.
I think Mrs. Timkin is right. I move we postpone the sale for six weeks.
What are you thinking about?
I only saw what I needed to see.
How'd you do that?
You still don't believe I'm real, do you?
I would be happy and proud to lead this mission, sir!
sick sick
...into that dark night alone.
No! You don't understand. She--
Creative freedom, practically my own boss, maybe some World Series tickets.
He was involved with some guy named David.
Jonathan, you're not seriously turning me down?
Does this feel like a hallucination? Come on, let's go have some fun.
I could turn out three or four a month.
No, this is how I get my inspiration. I create.
-What's with me? -Didn't I tell you?
Cram it, clown!
I can't imagine you're appealing to anybody.
I can tell by looking at you, you're not the artistic type.
-No, I was rehearsing a play. -I always find it best not to explain.
What arrogance!
You are!
Eat a dick
This is America. You do not set the pace by redecorating.
Great. I want you to meet somebody. This is Emmy.
Good morning, starshine.
Okay, boy.
Take it easy, okay? Just go home and get yourself some rest. You'll be fine.
Hello?
Rambo! This way! This means a court-martial!
-Harris, would you bring Mr. Switcher in? -What? No, wait.
This is a joke, right?
-I'll be 4,501 next April. -I'll bake a cake.
Good.
Now, how is the best way to do that?
...at Prince and Company.
Can't talk now. Pick you up at 8:00.
...your favorite, she is gone.
Did you see those crowds gaping on the sidewalk?
You lost your job again?
Biscuit-brain, what the hell do you think you're doing?
-What's up? -I need your creative muse.
Excuse me.
-That's not exactly fair, is it? -Talk to them.
All opposed?
I got it! Don't panic! It's just a little one!
You mean they got them in Ohio?
You can't go in. He's got company, if you know what I mean.
It's all you.
You ever have hallucinations?
We got him!