Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Danged if she didn't sail clear over it! No hands!
Why'd that Oriental sandman let me sleep in my best Chanel?
You look fit. They're bringing the fox up from the icehouse.
Siam this time.
That's marvelous! Same as I wear. You do ride astride, Mame, dear?
- But he... - I won't breathe a word to the bank.
Now, isn't that just grand?
Vera, loan me your glasses.
- What's your name, dear? - Gooch.
- I'll start in the other room. - Can't!
- My little love. - Congratulations, Auntie Mame.
You don't trust me to write my life? Who else could write it?
What a lovely title. Thank you.
I can't leave him down in the foyer!
Mr. Macy wouldn't have any way of knowing what you sold.
Oh, no! Spirits do the most terrible things to me.
- Is that a member of the family? - Darned if I know.
...waiting to be mentioned in my will.
I beg your pardon?
Well, you can use the Duesenberg.
That means "Know thyself." Mr. Page is an educator.
- You're coming out. - Where?
Pity.
But that to be left in your hands was a fate he wouldn't wish on a dog.
You can sit at it. I have instructions from a descendant of Pocahontas.
So sorry, Claude, you are number four.
Here we are. Take it easy, now.
- I only saw him at breakfast. - What did he say then?
That's the head, you know.
You ready?
- I can try. - This way, Auntie Mame.
Don't be a scaredy-cat. There's nothing to be frightened of.
Yes, sir, a bully little chap.
The whole place has gone nuts.
Don't nibble on the hors d'oeuvres. You'll get fat.
And Doris.
How vivid
There weren't many lines, and I felt...
Or to earn money to fight him with. You're so right!
I'll try to reconnect you again with San Francisco.
I should have told you about her before.
I would like you to meet my former secretary. She's a little bit...
It was a dreadful thing. And Father traveled all the time.
Your heart is from Tiffany's too. It'll be like old times...
Then Mr. Page and all the boys do what gentlemen fish do.
Riffraff! When we're married, don't invite such people to our house.
...Patrick and I just stuffed ourselves at Schrafft's.
She is fast.
No, thank you. We're celebrating. I can't leave my little family.
Oh, Allen, darling! Edna, I called you yesterday.
Fix the master in the eye with an animal gaze.
It looks just fine.
Merry Christmas!
You look fine. You don't need to worry.
...to see you drinking during business hours.
- We almost thought you wasn't coming. - Morning. Lovely day for a hunt.
Isn't he wonderful?
Now, here's your slip. It's so simple.
- Thank you. - Tell me...
Don't bother, Mrs. Burnside.
Stop being silly. I have got to make the right impression!
Ruining my beautiful play with your lousy bell ringing!
Why are you going through all this?
How much does that come to, little lady?
It's a good 10-mile course, for those that makes it.
I'd do anything for you. I'd denounce Calvin Coolidge as a Bolshevik.
Yes, long distance, how are you?
You'll join us on all your vacations.
So French-smelling, I feel as alluring as Theda Bara.
I've never seen you cry before.
Everything in the universe is composed of the elements of Aristotle.
Patrick.
I'll tell you what we'll do.
Every time you hear a word you don't understand, dear, write it down.
...l'm not gonna bring Gloria back here.
Here's a handy woman to have around the house. Love, Auntie Mame."
- Won't you sit down, Mr. Babcock? - Thank you.
Won't we have a lark? The sun up...
There's my alma mater, St. Boniface in Massachusetts.
Black coffee and a sidecar. And a cold towel for Auntie Vera.
He usually said, "Pipe down, kid. The old man's hung."
Well, hello, Mr. Babcock. How nice to hear your voice at long last.
"My puberty in Buffalo was drab."
I'll have an Upson daiquiri ready in a minute.
- I'm coming, Beau, sugar. - There we are, honey.
Look here, I'll tell that nice taxi man to wait.
I'm not finished decorating yet. You're home early.
- Can I get you something? A cognac? - Another hot chocolate?
Why didn't Dwight want us to meet the aunt?
Pegeen, dear.
That is the beauty of it, madam. It can be used upside down.
I've had to make up Patrick's 10 neglected years in a matter of months.
Did you, dear? That was Helen Hayes.
I rinsed out the glass.
Yes, 57th Street is right in my neck of the woods.
Kick them off. Now take off your clothes. Norah, lto!
- It's not a ghost. - I see it all now. A ghostwriter!
Have you considered a school run by Acacius Page?
It's out of the question. You heard your mother.
You have things to talk about. I'll go to my room and change.
We'll really get to know each other.
You'll be taking dictation from Mrs. Burnside. She talks very fast.
My Auntie Mame, Miss Dennis, says she'll be here in a moment.
Well, we've got a little present for you too, lto and me.
It's good her mother, the Countess de Gooch, can't hear you.