Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Had enough, Fred?
Just show it to any usher.
Wait!
Come here quickly.
This van got a little in it.
Of course not.
Granny?
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.
What do you say we go out to the racetrack?
I knew he wouldn't tell me anything.
The only thing she'll rub in will be some of her I-told-you-so's and all your dog farm will give her that satisfaction.
49,000 losers.
When I get done talking on the evils of gambling,
I'm sorry, Chief.
That's what I mean.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
I know that, too.
Yeah?
Maybe we ought to get out of here before we cause any more trouble.
Oh, I don't know, madam.
I'll be there in 45 minutes.
Why couldn't I have married somebody like him?
They're going to the racetrack.
That city siren is here.
Like the Watusi, the Froog, the Jerk, or the Monkey?
Why, she's going to have more fun than... Hey, Granny, you finally got home.
You stay here and keep a light burning in the window if we don't find Jess.
We is going to the fairgrounds to find your pa and to fetch him back home before it's too late.
This is grocery money.
This has been a Filmways presentation.
Why don't you sit down here and wait?