Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[CLAPPING]
Raul!
COCO [SINGING]: I'm singin' in the rain Just singin' in the rain
I'm not starving myself to death for Balanchine's City Ballet.
If it's yellow, then it's Jell-o If it's blue, it could be stew
[TRAIN RATTLES]
- It's in pencil. - That broke too.
And that might be impossible. He's not into vanilla.
Now Mrs. Tossoff's gonna play notes for you. Sing them back to us. Like so:
Oh, you could drown in those.
Very good, Doris. What did you realize about yourself?
- I know what it is, but it's not you. DORIS: I'll grow into it.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
He'd plug his keyboard into an amp...
What the hell are my two chicks doing in church?
She says I'm doing my last dance on this dark little planet.
That's my music.
I know I have them.
- Garcia, Raul? - It's Ralph.
I'm God, see? That's why I'm standing on this chair, you got that? Good.
Same reason you drive a checker and not a Roman chariot. It's progress.
Maybe you never know.
Grace doesn't run in our family.
- Really. - I was good. I felt more than good.
BOY 2: Oh, she is a dancer. BOY 3: Let me up. Let me up!
Don't worry, baby. I got lots of knives.
I stopped going home! You never knew that, did you?
[PIANO PLAYS]
- Coco. - Hi.
Good. You do that.
That's my son's music! My son Bruno. Bruno Martelli!
I guess you get tired of hearing that. Excuse me.
We ain't staying long enough for no trouble. He's just helping a friend.
Of 10 million stars
Yay, Ralph!
- Don't rape anybody. - I'll rape you.
You're not très sensitive either.
It might be a movie or a Broadway musical.
Oh, this is Leroy. Homework.
Hmm. Hmm.
- I don't care how well you dance... - Bitch run her fucking mouth.
- Leroy what? - Leroy Johnson. Can we go up now?
MARTELLI: It's not natural.
[GIGGLING]
[BELL RINGS]
[WHISTLING]
Wait a second. What's so funny?
You can't drive because of the dreams on the streets being seen by cokeheads.
See you.
Monday night is audition night. Anybody from anywhere...
Where did my Doris go?
- Yeah? - Oh, yeah.
He's not helping out anyone unless he checks his knife.
And I'm fucking everybody back for Freddie!
Baby, belong to me
For your headset.
It was January.
He's not going up until he checks his knife.
- I was doing you a favor, remember? - Some fat fucking favor.
Faggot! Faggot!
Everybody has dreams in the South Bronx. I had dreams.
I may not win
Bye.
...and then I'll no longer be a Capu... Capu... Capu-something.
I can put on as many personalities as I want.
Yeah. Hey, Doris, listen, I meant to tell you.
- I'm not singing. - But you have to.
SHOROFSKY: Martelli! Bruno Martelli!
[MAN SPEAKS IN SPANISH ON TELEVISION]
Doris, what would you do if you don't make it?
- Abso-fucking-what? - You kids ready to order now?