Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Be worshiped.
Yeah, Granny, I reckon old women ain't as thick a spin as you are when it comes to keeping house.
Come in.
He's trying to find himself.
I'm sorry I wasn't to the door like a proper pa had ought to be.
Now, my precious baby, I know it was wrong of me to marry a common bank president, but I wanted you to have everything, and all I could give you was the heritage of a fine old family.
Let's give them a try.
Do it for stepdaddy.
All tied up with ribbon.
I hesitate to assert my authority, but unless I have assurance that my wishes will be carried out, I'm afraid I will have to... Father!
Oh, that's all right, Granny.
The yummiest.
Stop, dear.
It's sordid!
Well, when I get back, you and me better have a little talk.
Yes, what if the kind of girl gets serious about Sonny?
And I said, well, one good turn deserves another.
Oh, no.
What's that like, Pop?
Good idea, Granny.
Well, I can't think of nothing.
I can't get that green tablecloth off there, save me.