Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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