Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Me?
I told you not to bet on that beetle.
Why not?
Marge, I've got it.
Thank you, boy.
Oh, yes, sir.
Well, it'll drive around till it does.
Like all gamblers and playboys.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
Come the back way.
I can't spoil it now.
Oh, yes, of course, I should know that.
Granny said she bet you'd be stove up like a rusty pump.
Boy, she purrs like a cat full of cream.
Truck don't need gas.
Every tip sheet.
For you, this time.
Oh, I had such a wonderful time last night.
Jan is mixed up with a high-steppin' city woman.
I'm responsible for you two having that date last night.
Yeah, she loves to bet on the horses.
He's had three winners in a row.
No, she ain't.
Oh, Phyllis, somebody or other.
Pa, come here.
I ain't got time for you, Mr. Drysdale.
He's 40 to 1.
It ain't for young, innocent ears.
I heard it!
How much have you won?