Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Charmed...
- I'd say Bixby. - Then bully for Bixby.
Well, you know.
I haven't seen her since the funeral.
Now, while we cherish this ecstasy we've known.
No, Sally Cato, you ain't no vulture. You're just a dead pigeon.
- And I promise to publish it. - Oh, I see.
You want to shut him up in a safe deposit box.
Mame, would you mind stepping back just a bit?
...because all the ingredients are secret.
Oh, my father passed on.
We call it Upson Pines. We leave next week.
Auntie Mame
Did you hear that, Doris? Chocolate ice cream!
Well, I...
He's a killer! I gotta stop this!
Just leave it outside, please.
...cubism, squiffed, neurotic, heterosexual."
...all those artistic friends...
Mums and Daddums and I went to our place in Fort Lauderdale.
Thank you.
Will it mix with Dr. Pepper?
Wasn't it just like Mame to keep him till I got there?
Patrick.
Keep your shirt on! She's still making up.
I did rather expect Vera to be down at the boat.
Naturally, we'll expect you at the wedding.
He said it was the only way for a lady to ride, so graceful. Silly of him.
Patrick, nothing can ever really separate us.
My, my, my, my, my!
To this lovely young couple...
- And little Glory. - I'm so pleased to see you again.
Not so fast, he hasn't asked me anything yet.
And I have a date for you.
...hanging on to Norah's hand...
He'll love it. Drink!
- What? - Patrick's trustee is sending him away.
Now we come to the problem of the wedding present. I have that settled.
Merry Christmas from Manny, Moe and Jack.
...l'd be honored to squire you to dinner.
Just the same old family standing around...
- Excuse me, ma'am. Ma'am. - Just one moment, please. Yes?
Now, Mamie, I've made these especially for you, dear.
Doors you never even dreamed existed.
- I'm off, Mame. - Lindsay! Lindsay, this is Patrick.
Yes, Mr. Widdicombe?
...I came forth whilst Deirdre wept cool tears."
The man who had a great deal to do with molding his character.
Now, "Get mahjong lesson, hair done." That can't be it. Yes, it is it!
That's a lot. You took up all that space.
That adorable bootlegger is on his way with a gallon of gin.
No. The only picture I saw of you was with a shawl and a rose in your teeth.
You don't have to tell me a thing. It looks very cozy.
Ms. Burnside! I was driving by. I thought I saw...
- His room? Is he living here? - Of course.
Dry or extra dry?
Now, now, Agnes. Upsy-daisy. Calcium time, darling.
Agnes.
Dawn, tomorrow morning. Everybody's invited!
After dinner, we'll get out the cards and play.
Just a general sort of liberal arts thing. English Lit and like that.
Yes, isn't he?
- I don't like your latest fad. - Fad? Patrick?
That was lovely. I really am fascinated by aviation.
In Hindustani it means, "The water oxen are waiting at the gate."
The cellist? How lucky you are. All that glorious music next door!
You know, I really am interested in all your projects.
I've got something to show you. Look!
The only chance to get Patrick back is to show Babcock...
Tomorrow morning I'm taking this kid off to boarding school.
Undignified? At least I wear a vest.
You don't need me anymore. Nobody needs me anymore. It's sad...
- I'll wear your mink. - Over my dead body!
- Mr. Upson, can I fix you a daiquiri? - No. Not for a minute.
Are you ashamed of your Auntie Mame?
Who aren't absolutely top drawer?
... when Uncle Lindsay will have finished his course in yoga.
Oh, of course! What am I thinking of?
- What were you doing in there? - Just giving Michael his presents.
...and get ready for dinner.
"Will return in a few days to claim fruits of collaboration.
Maybe, just for tonight, I could be part of your little old family?
Salaam for your mother like Auntie Mame just taught you.
There you are! Darling, are you all right?
Mr. Babcock, I consider your behavior most undignified.
How vivid.
Mr. Babcock? We've been expecting you. My name is Patrick Dennis.
He won't have to worry about his future. His money is in steady bonds.
Please get O'Bannion out of here. Right away.
Help is on the way, darlings.
Look here, everybody, I want three cheers...
It's coming along.
We open Thanksgiving in New Haven. I'll call Max.
Wiggle it.
And Miss Boswell.
You've poured your strength into me. And I want to pour it right back.
- Yes. It was very good of you to come. - What school will it be?
The trick is to drink them up fast...
That's right, number 3 Beekman Place. Right away. Vera! Vera!
How bad is it, Arthur? Not Bank of the United States.
Where is she? I don't see any New York filly here.
She doesn't have to know about things...
- Mrs. Burnside. - Mr. Babcock.
Agnes Gooch.
They're not going to live there.
...I might be living with you someday, and...
On the plane, I'll give you a pad and pencil...
- You want me to go alone? - Something came up.
And how well you've succeeded.
Twenty-four pair! My, what a proud father you must be.
We'll be together constantly, the three of us!
- And why aren't you dressed? - I am not going to that party tonight.
The rest of the time, you'll be busy at school.
...and old peccadilloes in front of her.
- Oh, Beau! - Come on, Mame, darling.
Welcome to the Burnside fireside.
Well, now, what a lovable, genteel little gentleman!
- I've got to go. - Don't you dare leave me!
If nobody minds, I think I'll have something.
What a delightful spot you have here.