Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Junior Babcock and I have fun there...
I'll just have two men instead of one.
- lf you kept your hair natural as l... - I'd be bald! Pick one close to mine.
We'd better hurry to catch that Italian picture.
That's what I always say.
Didn't your father tell you anything about me before he died?
Horror Stories.
But it's a quarter past 8, and you told me...
What makes you think I'm going to any party?
I told you it was definite, Auntie Mame.
- So good to see you again. - Thank you. Nice to see you.
Hell, we don't even have any Kleenex.
...that you've settled down into something steady.
I'm so proud. The whole last chapter's all about me.
Incidentally, congratulations. I hear you're getting married.
Norah, don't forget to take your apron off.
...of the unwed mother."
I'm so sorry. You must be Patrick Dennis.
But there are tykes at Oglethorpe Orphanage...
Yes, Mr. Bibberman. You'd like to talk to Mr. Applewhite. I'll connect you.
What is it? What happened?
- Please sit down. - Fine. Fine.
They're here. They're here.
I can't tell you how charming it is to meet all of...
September? Tell me, just where is Montebank?
...and some Mr. Babcock, your trustee...
Well, he's not really my uncle.
Beyond that is a beautiful...
Don't be ridiculous. Patrick always makes all his own decisions.
Well, I...
Naturally.
...make him an Aryan from Darien...
- Gloria. - I made up a joke on the way up.
Your Auntie Mame will open doors for you.
On a bear rug. Isn't that precious?
Lord Dudley, your flattery would turn a young girl's head.
Nobody else would've taken me in, an outcast of society.
Wait a minute, I still got a little more film left.
- I have... I have... - I must say, you're the funniest man.
- My calcium pills are in the kitchen. - Now, now, come, dear.
Besides, there's another minor, relatively unimportant thing:
- Hello. - Now, don't you worry.
Please, darling, your Auntie Mame is hung.
Ito, hurry!
And here's what Mr. O'Bannion edited.
We were both playing way over our heads and the score was 29-28.
But Patrick got a fella to help her. He'll be here at 3:00.
Get ‘em at Gimbels!
Lindsay.
Thank you.
- Okay, strike the set! - Why?
Wife?
...if ever I can.
- This not dishwashing lady. - Then I must have invited you. A drink?
That must be she.
Claude, here we go. Hang on to your seat belts. Down we go.
I use a secret ingredient I learned from a native in Havana, Cuba.
- That's lovely. - Vera!
Everyone's going to Clifton's. It's nearly 7.
You look like a bully little chap.
- Now, Pegeen, dear... - I forgot the horror.
Dry or extra dry?
- You'll kill yourself. - What a way to die. I'm mad for you.
- I want you to meet Miss Pegeen Ryan. - How do you do?
I wish I had said that. Or, "The first 100 years are the hardest."
The little lad is fine. He can't wait to meet you.
After all, she is a princess. He, a commoner.
Besides, it takes Agnes no time at all to knock off a Dr. Pepper.
Brian?
Enough of this girly-girly talk.
I was just about ready to sail for Brooklyn.
We could take out this wall and join our patios.
What happened to Mr. Lindsay Woolsey? He was a nice man.
I might be of assistance here.
- You could care less about my career... - Not already! Norah, lto, the door!
A party? Oh, I'd...
Patrick! My little Patrick.
Yes, dear.
I'm grateful! You've given me a new interest, now that I'm losing Patrick.
I forgot, you're grown-up now.
Missy Dennis, stockbroker want to say hello before he jump out of window.
I was in front. Vera was behind me.
I tell you, she's an amazing woman.
Books are awfully decorative, don't you think?
...for the future Mrs. Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside!
...if I have to break his bones.
I’m in print… Just like David Holmes
He's a darling and so worldly for a man of God.
- Hold it so I can braid it like a halo. - I've got to go.
I think it's a very good match for our little Gloria.
I think Sally left a foot in this one.
It isn't 17 jewels, but time isn't worth all that decoration these days.
This is my secretary, Miss Gooch. My Boswell, as it were.
Glorious weather for the hunt.
Patrick?
I was due at the theater guild.
Uncle Dwight? Oh, yes.
I'd like you to meet my dearest friend, Vera Charles.
I hope Patrick likes the chemistry set, the books, the atlas, the Kipling.
It's hilarious!
No, it would be madness.
Oh, no. I mean your husband.
Let's go upstairs and try things on.
I can't let him see you. He'll think I run a house for wanton women.
What's "gargantuan," Auntie Mame?
Agnes.
When Patrick first walked into my life...
...with a lot of hard hands to wrestle with them pesky writing details.
...of the Ping-Pong tournament at the club.
I began with an enormous rug. It's that bell pull by the fireplace.
A fellow named Epstein. Abraham Epstein.
Be good to Norah and lto after I'm gone.
Mrs. Burnside and I couldn't possibly allow our work...
Everyone said I was a fool spending all my money at Tiffany's.
Take it up. It seems to be getting in peoples' hair.
For him, yes! In this boy, I see already the fire, dust and air.
I am placing him in St. Boniface Academy.