Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm talking about the Hollywood brush off.
Very harsh, Chief.
What does the J.B.
Jethro, you don't want to be a theatrical agent.
I'd have had company vittles ready.
Pussycat Drysdale's here to see you, J.B.
Comb my hair?
Up here.
Yeah, that's the picture, sweetie.
Come in.
That's bad.
That's because you're not show business-oriented.
Back to Bug Tussle, where I belong.
One really big name in the bunch.
This has been a Filmways presentation.
New furniture, new carpets, new drapes.
In there.
Right, J.P.
My mind's made up.
Get me Sophie Lauren in Rome.
Why didn't you let us know you was coming, Roy?
Don't be scared of Fairchild.
That's what the J.B.
Now, let's say that I get Sophie a million for her next picture.
Just sit in Miss Hathaway's office.
I never heard of them.
Give us a bunny, and push her out the window!
Granny, don't go asking Roy to play music right off.
Oh, yes, of course.
I just love you.
Get them quickly.
I'll tell him we's all friends.
Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.
And after pulling this coup, Bunny can quit her nighttime job.
Flesh peddler?
Take my advice, sweetheart.