Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've got no idea how happy I am. I've been looking all over for you.
Mr. Babcock, not in front of the B-O-Y.
Heavens, this looks like the main chapel of a funeral parlor.
Lindsay, Mame will never write a book.
I've given up alcohol, along with everything else.
And this ghastly thing happened.
That's it. Give me a nice smile.
I just squashed it to bits.
Hello, anybody?
The most important thing is to have a good beginning.
That moon's bright!
You go upstairs now, dear...
It's above Darien. You'll love it.
- It's my bracelet. It's caught on you. - Bring down the curtain!
Now, where were we?
...to write down all the words you don't understand.
But, just as a courtesy, we'll come and discuss it.
You sit right over here beside me, Mrs. Gooch.
Natural? Well, it might be natural for a sardine!
- Where were we? - Give us our last sentence.
Agnes, where is your spine?
They gave me my Christmas vacation a little bit early.
We both figure it couldn't get much wetter than it is right now.
Auntie Mame! Auntie Mame!
One thing you must remember:
But, darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!
No matter how far I go, it waits for me. I hope you used it weekends.
Help is on the way!
- Do I really? - Yes, now come along.
Pure protein. They're marinated after they remove the fangs.
You know I will...
I'm Mr. Babcock. Miss Dennis is expecting me.
Gently, darling, gently.
Goodbye, Yankee gal!
Oh, Michael, I'm going to open doors for you.
- Who? Who is coming? - Just family, darling.
A genuine Picasso, huh? His black and blue period.
Thank you, Mrs. Burnside.
Besides, your Aunt Mame may like it as a remembrance of your sainted father.
- I thought I'd give her character. - You scene-stealing, society biddy!
Well, it was ghastly.
Give Clifton my love. I'll be right over...
Now, sit you down, Mamie. I've something special to show you.
Quite devastatingly mad.
That's my car! That's county property!
That is exactly what I'm here for. To discuss this boy's proper education.
Of course, we always spend summers at our camp in the Adirondacks.
I've gotta find out what to do now.
Well, that's a very interesting design...
We must have that game of golf soon.
Flaubert spent 13 years on Madame Bovary.
- Sheets. Where were the sheets...? - When will you be home from the party?
That's what it is. It's a Christmas miracle.
Silly.
I swear, it'll be a bestseller. And you'd be doing me a favor.
- What's that supposed to be? - You don't like it?
You won't have to worry about a thing.
Don't worry, I got dozens of things you can wear.
He's not little anymore.
Don't lean. Sit erect. Say your prayers.
Strained honey. That's the secret.
You know what your trouble is? You don't live, live, live!
...for something you've never heard of?
Mr. Leavitt down at the pawnshop...
Thank you...
Everything Mrs. Burnside dictates is so wonderful.
What an honor it is to have you in our little home.
Well, my father said, since you're my only living relative...
Later, I will explain it.
Have him ready at 8:00 sharp tomorrow. Kid, you'd better be wearing knickers!
I told them Macy folks that they was wrong.
I've got something to say. I'll have to say it fast or not say it at all.
Mame Dennis. Oh, yes!
- Let me help you. - No, darling. It's no use.
I must say, Mrs. Burnside, you're everything I ever expected.
I dropped by the Bixby School and what did I find?
Should I do this? lt'll take up all my time. I came home to be with you.
Oh, dear. The employment bureau didn't tell me you were bringing a child.
I felt if I should make something out of...
It seems to help.
She wanted to meet you.
Do you know what your silly nephew did?
"How to Ride a Horse."
And he's not mine. But he's not yours, Mr. Babcock.
What could be more wholesome or natural?
- Perhaps they won't notice. - Won't notice?
Since we have Mamie here, we ought to let her know the plans.
Thank you.
He tried but you bit him.
I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I'm just busting to meet your mother.
...and you, Mr. O'Bannion.
No, 'tis the first, curse the evil day.
- Clever. Clever. - Oh, well.
But he's been a close friend of the family since I was a girl...
Howdy. Excuse me, but I wondered if...
Mame, sugar...
- Oh, dang! - Up, up, Rover! Up, up!
No. It's the first lady of American theater out cold in the guest room.
- Was there something unusual? - Yes, he wanted to pay cash.
Vera! Vera! I am about to be attacked by the Knickerbocker Bank.
Honey.
Oh, golly, short pants! At last. Can I try them on right now?
Oh, darling, that's the most beautiful bracelet I ever owned.
You should've sat on him.
No place else get job anyhow.
- Yes. You'll write your autobiography. - Me? Write a book?
Laid out Patrick's career.