Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I thought by way of introduction, Mrs. Burnside...

Countess? You're joking.

And I stepped on the Ping-Pong ball.

Books are awfully decorative Don't you think

This is revolting. How can you tolerate people who...?

What courses are you taking at college?

...before all the alcohol burns away.

And what does Mr. Gooch do?

- Who's he? - That's a Lithuanian bishop.

Patrick, why didn't you tell me your aunt was literate?

Can I be your escort? Can I take you back to your hotel?

Would you care for an olive?

I wanted to see if there was anything... Oh, hello, Beau.

...from the wrong side of the tracks, shall we say?

I'm sure St. Boniface is really very nice.

It's all right. It's Thanksgiving vacation.

Let me see, Mr. Bibberman is in there. Where is Mr. Applewhite?

You are she, of course.

- Then you wouldn't have to pay. - I would eventually.

We wish that you could find a man...

Now, here's my idea, Mamie:

She's heading for the icehouse!

She's passing the dogs!

Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.

Ito, lay out my cosmetics, my cold cream, everything.

Here are the drinks.

Food, food! That's it! You must be famished. Come right along with me.

Prince Alex needs me and my place is by his side.

And then we're gonna run along down and I'll have you meet my horses.

Let me tell you something about that spiritual Irish poet...

Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Dennis, 224 E. 50th Street, New York.

- Claude. - Dwight!

Hello, Auntie Mame.

I find he isn't even registered!

- I'm not the same girl. - What's wrong with that?

I don't remember. All that champagne, I don't remember a thing.

- Please do. - And you call me Sally Cato.

I don't want you flaunting your new flames...

lto brought me up.

Lindsay, what am I going to do?

Say that to the right fella and you'll get kissed.

- That's enough candy, dear. - Sorry.

Norah, go get my black Patou velvet.

Now, give me a nice smile.

You've been reading it for a week. Why bring it to New York?

After all, I was a child. I said, "I need clothes. Parties. Pretties."

There's one thing we ought to get straight right off.

The children were engaged in normal, healthful, broadening pursuits.

Well, it's only been three months. Brian is polishing and perfecting it.

"Yeah, but who wants to be in an institution?"

I give up. She's the pied piper.

She can't have changed that much.

If I can snag you an Uncle Beau, all our problems will be solved.

Now, just a minute! There are young people here.

You could revitalize me with a single, motherly kiss.

I played hooky for a couple of weeks.

I never did think Santa would have a Big MacIntosh accent!

Rattlesnake, anyone?

You'd better settle on the Browning School.

Stay out here and have a nice chat. I'm gonna fix you a drink.

We'll have to take that up a bit. Pegeen, better bring the ladder again.

I'm sorry, I didn't know. I was away all summer.

Doesn't speak a word of English. Stimulating man! Oh, Your Grace.

I can't get over the thought you've given every detail of your house.

- What about her stockbroker? - He's trying to locate both of you.

Agnes. No, no, no.

...do hereby bequeath to my only son, Patrick, all my worldly possessions.

I can't get over it. Every time I see you, you're taller and more grown-up.

I can't tell you how pleased I am to have met you, Mr. O'Bannion.

- Am I mentioned in your book? - Mentioned? You're exposed!

Can't the Epsteins afford their own home?

- Do you think I could? - Of course you could. Couldn't she?

We feel we have an obligation to make sure...

You're not scared, are you, Norah?

Mame, did you deliberately plan all this?

What about "bleak"?

Auntie Mame said she'd love to have me. She said so in there.

- Mr. Babcock. - Mrs. Burnside.

Agnes, head up, dear. Shoulders back. Tummy in.

A seat and a berth... Pardon me. I'm so sorry.

...and I stepped back to get this really terrific shot.

Actually, my child, it was so sad. Mother died in childbirth.

I was going to give you this at dinner.

I had a wonderful time. What is the idea of...?

And I'll write to you every day, I promise.

I can't disgrace Beau, not in front of all these people.

Well, Patrick tells me how special you are to him.

Doris, dear. Well, you must call me Mame.