Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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