Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're taIking about my Iife...
Yes. Yes.
How shouId I know? He was just standing out there.
No! No, wait!
Jonathan, I'm warning you. Joan Crawford is my idoI.
So shaII we wrap this thing up?
In an hour, you're gonna want something eIse.
I don't mean upstairs. I mean upstate.
-That-- That wasn't Arthur Murray? -That was Rosie.
No, I'm gIad I did what I did.
-I'd Iove to. -AII right.
...and it doesn't hurt that he's a hunk.
...good.
Yes, just juice and coffee.
Let's go.
...and you're giving me phiIosophy from the Sands hoteI?
You wanna top it off with a shot of vodka?
'' ...I ate it up, and I spit it out.
Now, that I can handIe.
I haven't thrown up yet.
WeII, you never can be sure.
Let's say, you know, you don't get this job.
I stiII say you're making a big mistake, Tony.
You know, they aIways get a bum rap in those jungIe movies, huh?
WeII, she's got it together. I mean, weII, most of it, anyway.
Grant, behave yourseIf!
-Hey, do I get my own room? -Yes, you can have the sewing room.
This is good china.
In the sheII. I hate eggs!
Jonathan, why don't you hustIe your IittIe buddy upstairs?
And anyway, I got one guy sneezing out of his ear.
...and a cup of coffee.
No, I didn't even get to sIeep.