Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is anything wrong?
It's a recipe from Ladies' Home Journal.
In how many minutes?
I hope he likes Chanel No. 5.
Must return India in two weeks...
I'll have my face all organized.
- Doesn't she look great? - How can you tell?
Do that, honey.
Let go!
Vera!
- What is? - Your story.
About 8:30? A black tie?
I can't see how you got Beauregard out of your nest.
The thing is a misunderstanding.
I did just what she told me. I lived.
How good of you both to rally around this bereft old woman.
- Where'd she get this stuff? - It's the only set in the universe.
She's not English. She's from Pittsburgh.
You couldn't tell where one left off.
- Plans? - For Patrick's career.
Hey there, Yankee Girl!
Something beautiful.
Punjab, India. June 28, 1946.
Do Lillian Gish. Simple dress, Madonna-like hairdo.
KNOWLEDGE IS POWER
Mamie, you're a pretty fast drinker. Don't worry, I'm way ahead of you.
- I'd better spruce up too. - I'll bring her in 10 minutes.
Well?
- Is she in the guest room again? - Since Sunday. Run along, darling.
I wouldn't give you the time after the double-cross you pulled.
- Some party! - So good of you to come.
Actually, it's sort of a fishberry jam. It's called caviar.
Michael, if I could only show you India.
- I think you'd just love Peckerwood. - Who's Peckerwood?
...like a pair of colts in a pasture, I can just tell.
- You don't happen to like gin, do you? - I adore it.
Gloria's from a very conservative family.
I think I know what you want me to do. I'm not a bit sure I want to do it.
- I'm revitalized! - You're recharged.
...it was love at first sight.
- You come in. - Thank you.
- What happened to the fox? - Poor thing is all tuckered out.
Would you ask Toscanini to lead a harmonica band?
I'll call Mr. Lindsay and borrow one. Don't forget the maps and martinis.
I never had a child, but I'm an actress. I can imagine.
Well, good night!
Don't ask me. I didn't paint it. Can I get in her room?
Mrs. Page and all the girls crouch down under the sun lamps...
Why, a woman of your culture and charm and refinement...
Blond heiresses? Dwight?
Do drop over anytime, Mr. Babcock.
Darling!
There's a man in the house.
- I brought you something. - What is it?
All she's done for 10 months is revisit the places she's been with Beau.
Say, you're a good scout, Mamie.
- And Claude. - Good to see you, Mamie!
...that will be happy to see that package.
Norah, you're an angel. There must be one for you too.
- Hip, hip... - Hooray!
Quiet, everybody. I have an important announcement to make.
I wonder.
...and can react dangerously when he smells fear."
Oh, my little love!
Like an opening night without critics.
Exclusively what and restricted to whom?
Hurry up and get dressed. I am not going to that party alone.
Not another word about it. We wouldn't think of leaving you.
Patrick called a secretarial service. Your name?
Norah? lto? Where are you when I need you?
They had to call one off. The bootlegger couldn't come that day.
Say, that's rich!
Well, what am I going to call you, dear?
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
You've taken my dictation for weeks and you don't get the message of my book.
Gloria had better like you or I'll bill her one square in the chops.
I won't put $500 on my back for that awful man. A suit will do.
- That's why they have tissue paper! - A nice, new order blank.
I'll get him out of here and have the whole place fumigated. I promise.
I love riding. In New York, hardly a day goes by, I don't have boots on.
I only did it when Miss Charles had passed out.
Auntie Mame, listen to me. I've met a girl.
Doors you never even dreamed existed. What times we'll have!
Yul Uhlu.
Everybody knows 30 days has September, April, June and...
I'm so relieved. I want everything to be extra special tonight...
Mother, dear, I'd like to present Miss Mame Dennis.
Mame, honey. Look up here.
...and think of the things I haven't done, I could just die.
There you are, Mr. Applewhite! There's no such place as San Francisco.
Come here, you heathen!
You too, Miss Gooch.
But open it.
But after all, it has only been midsummer madness.
Books are awfully decorative Don’t ya think.
Fella named O'Bannion.
...when we were trooping together in Chu Chin Girl. I can't wait!
Oh, Beau! That's...
You can't desert me in my predicament. What will I wear?
Better not let Patrick see that one.
- Afternoon to y'all. Vultures! - Good afternoon.
Agnes. On your feet. Darling, you look divine.
I guess you don't understand quite how it is here.
There was a prison break. A trustee saved the warden's daughter.
Doris, you must be number five.
Patrick, where did you get the money?
- You deceitful, irresponsible bohemian! - Whatever do you mean?
How nice.
Chosen my major?
Read me something useful. I'm about to go over the top.
You played beautifully. I can't thank you enough.