Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No violence, please.

You'll have me blushing.

All I need is financing and I'll make a killing.

I reckon he is, seeing as how we only got here yesterday.

And you're, uh, here all alone, huh?

How'd you like to play a game of blackjack?

And at our ages, we should take our fun where we find it.

Why, there was a good five gallons of cider left in that keg.

It'll be boiling in a minute now.

Well, you see, Daisy, the last time I was in Las Vegas, I met up with a lot of bad luck, and I thought maybe that it... Oh, the dad-blamed nerve!

Granny, I know that you have a lot of money, but are you having any fun with it?

But they're such boorish, illiterate people.

I don't know how much of them you'll be able to take.

Well... Well, then, supposing I go along without you.

I warn you, not to fire a parka.

I'll entertain Mr. Farquhar.

You don't mean Granny?

Miss Dry-Dealed Paul.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to see Mr. Farquhar and try to talk him out of going back to Boston.

Any kind you can say.

Heck, Fire Lowell, at our age, every day's a gamble.

No, as you say, they don't spend their money.