Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We danced the Varsouviana.
Mitch, Mitch, we're in public. You must behave like a gentleman.
- The touch of your hands insults them. - Now, don't pull that stuff.
How about taking a swim, a moonlight swim at the old rock quarry?
Which says, what belongs to the wife belongs to the husband and vice versa.
What is this sister of yours, a deep-sea diver?
- Silver? - Yes.
You're not the delicate type.
I never was hard or self-sufficient enough.
Hey, Stell?
Having great wealth sometimes makes people lonely.
Not unless necessary.
I guess I'm a little nervous about our relations.
What are you looking at?
SIMONA!!!!
True?
young...
- I wasn't. - We're gonna play.
What do you mean? She didn't show you papers, deed of sale, nothing like that?
What do you want to know that for?
Those words have been on your tongue and your sister's tongue...
- A man like that... - I told you I love him.
No, ma'am.
Would you like some pop?
So farewell, my friend, and let there be no hard feelings."
Blanche.
- Well, how? - It had to be sacrificed or something.
Not on Sunday afternoon!
Jeeeessssssssssssssss!!
This man isn't Shep Huntleigh.
- In a drugstore and had a soda. - Mm-hm.
And that's why I...
- Hush, please, Blanche. - Honey...
You've got to shimmer and glow.
Never mind long distance. Get me Western Union.
This somebody named Shaw is under the impression that he met you in Auriol.
Blanche, you left nothing here but spilt talcum and old perfume bottles.
- How is she? - She wouldn't eat anything.
I call her little in spite of the fact that she's somewhat older than I am.
No matter what happens, we all gotta keep on going.
- Yes? - Oh, come on, hon.
Well, the only way to hush the parrot up was to put...
Well, the only way to hush the parrot up was to put the cover...
just too much around here.
Honey?
Oh, Stella for star, how lovely to have a baby.
Please, Blanche. He was as good as a lamb when I came back.
- Yes, Blanche. - Oh, and Stella.
You may be a schoolteacher, but you're certainly not an old maid.
I'll get them.
You're so matter-of-fact about it all, Stella.
Well, there's a story connected with this inscription.
You do, honey lamb.
Oh, you're Stella's sister.
- Oh, good. - It's the finest present I was ever given.
Yes.
Mitch.
Honey, I'm taking Blanche to Galatoire's for supper tonight...
Hey! What do you think...!
to turn in her room key for permanently.
I've lost respect for you.
Honey, everything's all right.
- How long you here for? - Why, I don't know yet.
Where...? Where is Stella?
- He's really very ashamed of himself. - And that...
Where are your fox pieces?
- Yes, Blanche. - Honey...
Oh, bow to me first.
Possibly she?
I never cheated my sister, or you, or anyone else on earth as long as I lived.
I'm looking for the Pleiades...
the shot.
but believe me, honey, I feel more than I tell you.
How much does it cost for a string of furs like that?
And now for these last few remaining moments of our lives together...
I'm afraid you won't think they're lovely.
Well, anyhow, I shall be entertained in style.
Yeah.
Because as you must have noticed, I...
Hey, Stella!
How's the baby?
So you'd better give me some money.
Hey!
I'm gonna break up the game.
Their intimate nature.
- You mean you want a shot in it? - A shot never did a Coke any harm.
- Oh, that's not what I... - Of course, there...
Maybe we are a long way from being made in God's image.
You done this to her.
You need somebody.
- I'm losing and you want to eat. - Well, I see you boys are still at it.
That no-good, rotten...
You'll be lonely when she passes on, won't you?
Please don't get up. I'm only passing through.
People talk, who cares?
- Stanley. Ow! - Will you open your eyes to this stuff?
But when a thing is important I tell the truth.
- Such fine hair. - That's the problem.
Come in.
His party of apes?
Stella!!!
Fifteen of 7.
Why...
That what belongs to the wife belongs to the husband also
He implored my forgiveness.
- Cherry. Heh, heh. - Cherry.
Luck is believing you're lucky, that's all.
What are you two looking at me like that for?
But it wouldn't be make-believe
- Not so much? - No, more.
Lining a white cake.
Thank you.
Run away now, quickly.
The little there is belongs to people who have known some sorrow.
Stanley!
I can't stand a naked light bulb any more than I can a rude remark...
That's just a hint if you want to remember my birthday.
Here I am, all freshly bathed and scented and feeling like a brand-new human being.
I'd be glad to.
Now, let me see. I have to run through my repertoire.