Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She is!
Please, Norville! Please give me one more chance!
- She better think fast. - She isn't.
The only story here is how this guy made a monkey out of you, Al.
Code it wrong and they dock you!
Facts, figures, charts. They never sold a newspaper!
- Adenoids. - No, Benny.
- The Hoopsucker. - The Hudswinger.
I don't want excuses, I want results!
Maybe she should have come in here and faced you man-to-man.
Why is he an Idea Man? Because Hudsucker says he is?
Finally, there'd be a thingamajig that would bring everyone together...
Long Live the Hud!!!
including one very special long-distance call.
if I could take a minute of your very valuable time to show you something...
You're a fellow Muncian.
Might keep you from jumping out of any more windows.
Make it fast, fast!
And society pages have been linking you with fashion model Za-Za.
ooh wish we could go back in time back to 1999 take a ride back to my old neighbourhood i just wanna go back to hit me baby one more time. kitchen under the table like we had a beautiful view a guitar on the roof back to where we came from.
And yourself too. We both deserve one.
- Well, maybe I... - And only some kind of knuckle-head...
I don't know. Maybe I was just...
What are his hopes and dreams, his desires and aspirations?
given the discretionary income of the burgeoning middle-class.
Relax, it's only natural...
- I'm not sure. - I need that voucher!
Martinis are for squares, man.
of this whipping wheel of wonder?
I'm getting off this merry-go-round!
I... Well, no, no. I never really.
Yes, sirree, this is my ticket upstairs.
It's 1958.
Our next president must have the liberty I have had as owner...
thinks she's one of the boys. If you know what I mean.
Over in the Waldorf, the big shots is dancing to the strains of Guy Lombardo.
both at Hudsucker and here on Earth.
Thank you for your kind attention.
Is it your lunch? The chicken à la king?
I...
And enter the light lunch.
But Buzz...
Waring Hudsucker never did anything the easy way.
Reaping huge profits for his company and winning the hearts...
No magazines! No coffee!
That just ain't Old Moses' way.
Hud left no will and no family.
- He's not noticing, Benny. - Maybe he's wise.
Congratulations, kid.
She'll be driving Six white horses when she comes.
Yeah, sure. Let's grab a highball.
We need a front page with a heart and the Idea Man can put it there!
No, I want an imbecile, not a cipher or you'd have the job.
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You know, for kids.
There's no point in looking back.
to whomever you and the board shall elect to succeed me as president.
Patient shows no ambition, no get-up-and-go, no vim.
Everybody has parents.
At the Muncie College of Business Administration.
and will be deducted from your pay. That is all.
You punch in at 8:30 every morning, except you punch in at 7:30 following a business holiday, unless it's a Monday, then you punch in at 8 o'clock. Punch in late and they dock you.
a fast-talking career gal who... thought she was one of the boys
so our discussion could have focus...
I see you've been having some problems with the board.
Not now, I'm busy.
you know, for kids.
What does he have for breakfast?
I call you Miss because you seem to have missed the boat completely.
- Dope? Dipstick? - No.
Outside mail is 3-37.
He's 100 percent real McCoy, beware of imitations, genuine article.
That gag's got whiskers on it.
Mr. Kane, Mrs. Eisenhower is
The future is now.
A Muncie girl!
Mr. Bumstead is growing restless.
Sears Braithwaite of Bullard. Do you know him?
Brilliant!
I say, we made this chump, we can break him!
Soft.
Cheap? It's never been more valuable!
There's a marathon poetry-reading on New Year's Eve. I go every year.
Take a break. You worked hard on this story. You broke it for us.
Does it have rules?
Market shares in most divisions is increasing...
- How long you been here? - Forty-eight years.
Looking for a nitwit to buy you lunch?
You'd love it.
Sure sure, he was a swell fella...
It's addressed to Sid Mussburger, Hudsucker's right-hand man!
Please, Norville.
Buddy, buddy.
in my case it's at least twice that...
Sure. We'd all be millionaires.
You think the board would do anything without my authorization?
What we need now is a new president who will inspire panic in the stockholder.
Why? Why did he do it? Everything was going so well.
that failure should never lead to despair.