Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hit me, Herbert Hoover?
Well, anyway, I better be going.
Let's go get our seats.
Hey, kid!
Yes, I'll wear the red underpants with the gold piping.
Yes, Margaret?
Earthquake!
It's better than being on Jeopardy.
You.
I am gonna sprinkle you with a little Chrissy sugar, then I'm gonna pop you in the oven and bake you at 450 until you're brown as one of my daddy's loafers.
Gus, what are you talking about?
Dumped you off by 11.
Chris, that just means the play is about to start.
See you around, buddy.
She's a nice woman.
Oh, Chris!
Now, get out.
I think it's best I leave now.
Anyway, it's just one of our little games.
Running off so soon, darling?
So, what are we seeing anyway?
Okay.