Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Even a lad of 15 can feel strongly about his country's independence.
If there's nothing more you wanted, I just thought I'd go up to my room.
We'll tackle him in our own good time.
Does Dr. Spock mention that a child needs a father?
Acacius, darling, your lotus juice.
Brian!
Now, give me a nice smile. Patrick, take off your hat.
Take this. It keeps on getting in my way.
Siam. "Dear Patrick:
She's a very special girl, and...
Yes, he was a nice man, but I sent him away.
This is Mr. Page, dear.
She's not quite herself at the moment.
Nuts?
- What's your shoe size? - 3B.
- It's salty, but I like it. - Good. You have wonderful taste.
- No, thank you. - Won't you sit down?
- Help me get this down. - Help her, darling.
...is about to descend upon me like a vulture and rob me of my child.
A great lady of the theater and my dearest friend, Vera Charles.
There's the signal, darling! Come on, let's hurry.
Mr. O'Bannion to see you.
I'll bet she's better fixed than Dwight figured.
I'm Norah Muldoon. I'm bringing Dennis to his aunt.
...and marry him off to a girl with braces on her brains.
Going down to the main floor. Cigars, cigarettes, lingerie, hardware.
- Well, it was amusing. - Yes, yes.
Don't you worry about a thing, Claude. I'm fully covered by fire insurance.
Remain calm, for a horse has a highly developed sense of smell...
Mame.
Patrick won't let you settle him down in a restricted community...
How vivid. Come right along, then. You can join me for tea.
Now, hush.
...we're having a hunt. Your sweet Yankee girl is riding sidesaddle!
- What's libido? - It's perfectly simple. It...
...monkey glands, Karl Marx." Is he one of the Marx Brothers?
Patrick, my little Patrick.
- Will someone help me with the ladder? - Of course.
- What are you writing? - "Chapter one, page one.
Why don't you and I get together and buy the newlyweds that?
Spirits!
In two weeks, they've had 13 cocktail parties.
You dropped by to see that I was all...
...who leads a low, common life in some Third Avenue bar!
What a seat that woman has! What a magnificent seat!
All we've seen was the store. Haven't even called my office.
- Could I try some of that jam? - Jam?
All right! Let's get organized. What time is it, and what day is it?
How difficult he was. But I must be fair to Father.
We never would have if she hadn't phoned.
She last pretty good tonight. Marie Antoinette room again?
...Lady Iris.
- Fall off! Fall off! - Look out for that flood wall!
Just plain old pickled rattlesnake.
- Darling, excuse me a minute. - Sure.
Brian?
Ms. Dennis! May I inquire what is going on here?
All right, and thank you very much. Goodbye.
- Pick up my coat! - Bye, Aunt Vera!
No, your telegram said October 1. That's tomorrow. This is September 31.
- Vladimir, what are you doing here? - Drinking myself to death, of course.
...free love, bathtub gin...
That is, a sculptor friend used this room for six months.
Do that, honey
Well, it was just ghastly.
Here's all about the roller skates and Uncle Beau.
I'll pay you back one day.
That's succinct. What did you do in Chicago for fun?
Please, Miss Gooch!
I've got to tell you, I adored you in Mary of Scotland.
No, he was right. Mame can't go on living in a vacuum.
I've seen you through yogi, sculpture, dance and foods.
Mame! Up here, Mame, honey!
Don't know why you had to go and bring back a Northern lemon.
This child is just doing this for a little literary experience.
I declare, it's a miracle.
In the event of my demise, I direct Norah Muldoon to deliver Patrick...
We pay grocery and butcher bill. Now Mr. Schultz no give nasty look.
- Dennis? - Hey, Dennis!
Well, you know what I mean.
...me!
Please let us escape from this den of criminals.
- My left side or the horse's left side? - It doesn't say. Listen to this.
- I beg your pardon? - I don't want him in this house.
I'll get a blood test.
Planned the wedding.
Do you think you and I can ever get anyplace?
Help is on the way darlings!
I can understand that. I'm knee-deep in family.
Madam having affair now.
Uncle Dwight introduced us.
- That's not a real sword, is it? - It's a scimitar.
Right now.
Those awful foreign movies. What I go through for your nephew.
- I'll bet you thought of that. - That was Claude.
I'll tell you. Because it has its ups and down.
It's in your lap, Mother Burnside.
- Wait for your collaborator. - Collaborator?
I'll get it, Brian. Hello.
A little powder and you'll look...
- It's Mr. Babcock, from the bank. - I've been dodging him for days.
- You want? - Is this the residence of Mame Dennis?
...a frightened little boy...
Where's my snuffbox? What son of a dog stole my snuffbox?
Too experimental. You wanna keep the riffraff out of the boy's life.
It's coming along
You'll have to work at something.