Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Where is she now? - Freshening up in the guest room.
Now, Ms. Burnside, that doesn't include me, does it?
I’m in Print… Just Like David Holmes!!!
You'll be so busy digging up the past, you won't think of the present.
- Oh, my, how handsome you look! - Well, likewise, Mame.
- I found him in the lowest of them. - Mr. Page is progressive.
- And quite more. - And these here are my...
I said no when I had money. I couldn't say yes when I went broke.
Perhaps he'll let you ring the bells that bring the monks to prayer.
Mame, I'm afraid you're wiped out. We all are.
I'm in print. Just like Edna Ferber.
It just keeps on gushing and not much I can do about it.
I can sense the aura of creative vitality about you.
A toast to Live, Live, Live by Mame Dennis Burnside.
I know how you must feel.
Remind me to do a whole new chapter about him. No, no, take that out.
Oh, what times we're going to have!
Won't you come in, Mr. O'Bannion?
It's awfully pretty and terribly handy to the city.
Now, Patrick, is your Auntie Mame anything like you expected?
It's a wonder their blood hasn't turned to vinegar.
What kind party was that?
This is my little boy!
Good old Beekman Place. Always so loyal.
Who?
I think I'll just fix myself a Dr. Pepper.
Bleak? Bleak. How bleak was my puberty.
It can't affect us. We own solid stuff like Bank of the United States.
- Do sit down. - Thank you.
Bless you.
Then look out of your left one. Now, now, now, now.
- Sure. - Patrick, Patrick, come back.
Where's Miss Dennis?
Auntie Mame will be right down.
Since I am in splendid condition through workouts at the Brokers Club...
You've thought of everything, haven't you?
- I bet that's gonna be some book. - Why are you home from school?
Here we are, darling. You all right?
You think he's a temporary enthusiasm?
Don't you come near me! You're old enough to be my mother!
I go to garage. No Duesenberg. Mr. O'Bannion no bring back.
Well it was just ghastly!
- Sign here. - It's another one for you! Dennis!
Then we got on the Staten Island Ferry and he disappeared.
Very good, sahib.
A Macy employee doesn't know how to make a cash sale?
Would you like a mar...? No.
That young lady was doing the best she knew!
She has a lousy two-line bit. She's had two acts to make up.
You and my brother are gonna get along...
I'm sorry. I'm only taking off what Mrs. Burnside dictated.
Yes, dear. Anything but rum.
He runs a school where they do advanced things.
- I won't permit it. It's too dangerous! - But, darling, she's insisted.
...whatever it is you do do to relax.
- How can I face the guild? - Will this make me look Scarsdale?
Maybe that wasn't Gary Cooper. It was Brian.
I played Parcheesi with the doorman, until he got fired.
See, it doesn't make any noise.
Mrs. Burnside and I were just working on the book.
I just don't.
Sure, Auntie Mame.
This is some sort of conspiracy.
- She sounded English. - She has to do something.
Hello, Lindsay.
Old Babcock's introducing me to all the blond heiresses...
Your vocabulary needs work. Didn't your father talk to you?
...on the Eastern seaboard."
No, ma'am. That's the name of my little old plantation.
Don't drop anything. What a marvelous day! October's bright, blue weather.
What are you doing in that hole with Mr. Gutterman?
Ms. Dennis, this sales book is a shambles!
Are we all lit?
These are my friends. People who brought me up.
A week from next Tuesday. The old ball and chain.
You wouldn't be losing a daughter. You'd be gaining a patio.
No big, bulky bundles to carry or lose en route, as it were. I love COD.
Labor Day. That's sometime in November, isn't it?
"Read a forthcoming publication of our book.
Norah, lto! Come in, please!
Goodbye, goodbye.
Will you stop being a goose and get these clothes off?
It's like having a crush on your teacher. Or your analyst.
...but are you sure you planned it with that end up?
No, you won't. You look convincing, like a magazine cover.
- You look very bully too. - Yes.
- Claude. - Thank you.
So sorry, Doris dear.
- Hip, hip... - Hooray!
You're plumb crazy. She's the meanest damn filly in the entire South.
You left the taxi meter running in the middle of the Depression?
I know exactly what I did. It used to go:
But he's all that I have!
- My memoirs? Patrick, my drink. - Champagne?
Well, what a break.
...as a vehicle for Bette Davis. He's meeting Jack Warner tonight, but l...
Sit down, please. I'll make them like I do for Mr. Woolcott.
I'm glad she did. I've been dying to get a look at her.
Fix the aster in the maze with an animal guy.
- I wish I had someone to look after. - You will, dear, you will.
Why, Mr. Babcock!
...in my play, Midsummer Madness. There are dozens of parts.
- He's right. Go and stay in your room. - But what will I do?
What fella?
You do take a little nip, now and then?
Does Macy think my son has two left feet?
I've already made a sensation at Macy's.
...that was premeditated murder!
I shall always feel a strong attachment to you all.
I'm not that kind of a woman. I'm looking for a Miss Mame Dennis.
- Epstein the cellist? - What about Montebank?
I left her at her girlfriend's house. She wanted to spruce up.
- What? - That lot, right next door.
You ought to come to Georgia and meet them all.
Take hold of the other end for your balance.
Yes.
Patrick.
Oh, my! Don't they look delicious?
Aren't you taking rather an imperious tone? Mr. O'Bannion is my colleague.
These are plain Jack cheese and chutney.
Darling. I love you so.
That’s what it is. It’s a Kwanzaa miracle!