Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Hudsucker, I must've mislaid it...
Is that plain enough for you, buster?
Three things, commitment, electroconvulsive therapy...
That's right.
I'm grateful for the opportunity.
Confidential communication between the brass.
- How does she pull this out? - He's getting away.
not counting the mezzanine
You will no doubt be wondering why I've decided to end my tenure...
What's a six-letter word for an affliction of the hypothalamus?
make that stock cheap so they can snatch it all up for themselves.
That's some strong stitch, you bet!
Then you couldn't possibly know what it is to be tired and hungry.
so our discussion could have some focus...
- I'll be right there. - Yes, Mr. Mussburger.
- Hate them. - You!
Don't worry, Mr. Mussburger, I got you! I got you by your pants.
Please, buddy, running the elevator, it's all I got.
Oh, as pure a specimen as I've ever run across. Okay.
Myrtle J. Mussburger did not raise her boy to go...
come pouring in from Kankakee to Petaluma...
Und the elevator boy...
the day I set fire to your office? The day I was promoted?
gossip, unsupported speculation! Facts! Figures! Charts!
what would happen if i was a quadruple endandre? well i'd act down as soon as you were joondaluped.
You let Mrs. Eisenhower down. You let the American people down.
Sidney and I are planning a trip to Paris and points continental.
Come on, you guys.
Are you all right?
I'm sorry, buddy.
- This is the President. - Oh, my God, sir.
You ain't exactly the genuine article, are you, Ms. Archer?
Certain people are...
und was blue und mopey.
This is the most idiotic thing I've ever seen.
why do you feel this woman betrayed you?
The mark notices.
Oh, my God!
I just don't know how to thank you, Mr. Barnes.
Precisely, nuts!
Change face-to-face to eye-to-eye and guts to common decency.
Does this suit look mannish to you?
don't want no cheering up.
The future.
Mr. Bumstead's waiting downstairs.
Sorry I'm late, Sid. That back nine at Riverdale's really murder.
Try not to talk too much.
we got something here called the rat race.
- Yellowstone. - Old Faithful.
potential for mass appeal.
that's another story.
Need a few more minutes before a zoom call, and they dock you!
You know, for kids!
Oh, I wish it were that simple, Norville.
- Buzz, I would never... - Gee, that was a swell idea.
You're being awfully kind to yourself, Norville Barnes.
a martini, please.
Well, yeah.
in a period of transition for the more timid element to run for cover.
- Her mother needs an operation. - Urgently.
is also showing vigorous signs of upward movement for the last six months...
your position...
Yes, it's Hula-Hula everywhere!
I'm president of the company now.
Get out of here! I'll take care of it! Get out.
snorfling water from a mountain stream...
No colleagues! No excuses!
People with wives, children and families!
We regretfully announce that at 30 seconds after the hour of noon...
Well, I am a college graduate.
The times we must've had foraging together for sustenance...
He could've opened the window.
Ladies and gentlemen...
At any rate, I arrived in town not 10 days ago...
Well, the future, that's something you can never tell about.
Come on, chief, give us a break.
hobnobs with some smooth-talking heel named Bidd...
Atwater? Tremendous. Except I just fired him last week.
You're gonna have to circle our wagons or I'm gonna get out of your wagon train.
I can't say how much I appreciate your listening to my story.
I keep the old circle turning. This old clock needs plenty of care.
One girl one boy Some grief some joy.
Al, he's the bunk.
Now, if you all ain't from the city...
maintenance in eine secure facility.
Mr. Barnes, did the board consider you an idea man...
- Mr. Levin, 37. - Thirty-six.
All right, how many?
Anyway, you wanna read it? You might learn something.
How tall is he? Shoe size? Where does he sleep?
She'll be coming round the mountain She'll be coming round the mountain.
that any slob in a smelly T-shirt will be able to buy Hudsucker stock?
Where are you going? Get out of here! Stop that!
Where's my voucher?
Lamebrain? Schmo? Not even behind your back?
as a wildebeest or a warthog.
Oh, no, Amy, that won't be necessary. I shouldn't send it.
We'll call it the Flying Doughnut!
The human angle! That's what sells papers!
Thank you, Aloysius.
We are printing it!
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Amy works in my office. She runs...