Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was there directing the bat...
There you see, I'm the only one around here who ever comes up with an idea.
Name, address, date of birth, that's okay.
Let's put it this way.
Emmy, run along.
Oh, bad boys.
No, sir, General.
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
Like a mule to millet.
And that's what I was doing, ma'am, when you telephoned and so cruelly threatened to withdraw your money.
What's he working on?
That's the tune.
You're tickling me.
It didn't say A what?
Put it on!
General Grant.
Ellie Mae, you're showing your beer limbs.
Well, Colonel Blake.
That is your problem.
Swimmin' poos, movie stars.
Okay, General, I give you your chance.
Silver down.
What you mean?
Because it was them that was trying to get the North to secede again.
Men was fallin' like flies.
Tell her it was a movie.
But whose idea was it to retreat?
Are you presently keeping company with any woman of the northern faith?
Have you been consorting with evil companions like Phil Sheridan and Tecumseh Sherman?
The reserve is pretty full up right now.
It's that Yankee lover.
Granny's drawing her money out of my bank, and it's your fault.
Oh, howdy, Colonel.
When do I leave for army camp?
You gotta break yourself of them Yankee habits.