Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A doctor. He's been very kind to me. He needs an x-ray machine.
I said Calvin Coolidge was the first president.
Me getting ready for the Blues/Avalanche game
You could ride to and from work with Mrs. Walker, and...
There are six more women out there who wanna thank you.
Once outside, I'll explain it to him.
Would you sit down, and I'll be right back and sign your pay voucher.
I'll take care of it as soon as he gets through. You'll love him.
you still got to believe. And I did, and you were right, Mommy.
Mr. Gailey? I represent Mr. Macy. My name's Sawyer.
-All right. I'll do it. -Good. Thank you.
I made the martinis triple-strength, and she feels wonderful.
I had a feeling Doris was beginning to believe in me.
demands a broad and unprejudiced view of such a matter.
-Don't even mention the name. -He's much better than last year's.
We can't have that. Mr. Macy wants to drop the whole thing.
Thank you, Alfred.
Why?
You asked for my opinion, and I've given it.
But I've got a feeling he is Santa Claus.
Yes.
Perhaps he didn't understand the question.
-We could have Mr. Sawyer talk to him. -Of course! He's a psychologist.
The point is, will Mr. Macy think so?
Thank you for being so kind to Susan.
That's right. Now scratch yourself.
We have no objection, Your Honor.
What's going on here?
"He Must Have Monkey Blood In Him Or Something." What the fuck are you talking about?
I don't agree.
It's my duty to protect New York and see that he's put away.
Oh, I've been keeping an eye on her.
-Your name? -R. H. Macy.
If we haven't got what the customer wants, send him back to Macy's.
and in the afternoon, fly south with a flock of geese?
Bernie in his mittens at the inauguration
If Your Honor please, I can.
-Tell me, who's in charge of this parade? -When you find out, you tell me.
Kate and the weather
Proceed, Mr. Gailey.
Can he produce any evidence?
Haislip, Haislip, Sherman, Mackenzie, and Haislip have been kind to me.
I think I'd better get the meat.
Thank you so much, Your Honor. And a very merry Christmas to you.
No, a real house. If you're really Santa Claus, you can get it for me.
-I'll get in touch with him right away. -But first get that Santa Claus back!
I read that the surest way to meet the mother is to be kind to the child.
A few things have just come into my head, and I'm going to say them.
And that's what's been changing.
And I agree with the reporters.
No forcing a customer to take something he doesn't really want.
Of course he is. My daddy wouldn't tell me anything that wasn't so.
-I wish to protect my client's rights. -Of course.
Dr. Pierce, I've made a great study of abnormal psychology
It's up to the state of New York. I'm just their representative.
Then scratch yourself and chatter. See?
Just a minute. I have something I'd like to give our friend here.
-It worked! -Yes.
Excuse me, Miss Carter, You wanted to see me? Come right in. Come right in.
-You don't mind if I show you, eh? -No, sir.
Sugar? Cream? Both? Neither?
How old are you, Alfred?
Your new dad's Tony Whitman?! Right. I'm her new daughter, you know?!
-Then get off this case. -But why?
Why not? Macy and Gimbel shook hands. That wasn't possible, but it happened.
And I refuse to have you malign me in this fashion.
Will Thomas Mara take the stand?
In your Christmas envelopes, you'll find an expression of my gratitude.
That's the entire case against him.
-Hello, Mother! -Hello, dear.
me trying to be in the Christmas spirit
Let's see, who could rent him a room?
Tell me, Tommy
Your mother is calling…
Put your right hand up here, under here.
What about the Salvation Army?
As a matter of fact, it'll save me a frantic search in the morning.
But the others were only children, and they pretended to be animals.
No, no, no, dear. There.
I'm glad you turned 'round. I mean, I'm glad he was there.
This is rather serious. You better get a good psychiatrist.
Reminds me of Miracle on 34th Street
I believe a wall will be built, I believe
Can Mr. Mara offer proof that there's no Santa Claus?
-Thank you. -You may go out that way.
Well, he ain't found out yet.
-Dinner's at 3. -Thanks.
I believe
With that Mr. Gailey who lives in the front apartment.
Especially in court.
Good morning, Your Honor.
I believe... I believe...
It would be, if the clerk or Mr. Mara or I believed that we were Santa Claus.
Oh, yes.
Well, that's a debatable point. Why is it bad? Does he say?
Many people walk around with similar delusions who live normal lives.
the deluded can be violent.
Do you believe in Santa?
Searched everywhere for toilet paper.... But nobody’s ’gotany’
I don't know whether my father thinks they're silly or not.
Yes. We all discussed it.
And what kind of cases will you get?
I shouldn't have brought Susie to see Santa Claus, huh?
There goes Santa Claus.
From now on, not only will our Santa Claus continue in this manner
Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were our Santa Claus.
-Hello! -Hello, darling.
Yes, Mr. Macy.
The district attorney's a Republican.