Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, nothing, ma'am.
Don't worry about it, Marge.
Say it.
She got you in her clutches, Uncle Jeb?
Hot dog!
You might as well clear the table.
Oh, not me.
That's a wonderful idea.
is second, Fanny G. is third, Rose is red, and Juan Matee.
Look at Sugar Danny.
It's Tassie L. in front, P.G.
He'll be wearing pointy yellow shoes with spats, bell-bottom pants, and a flashy blazer, carrying a bowl-top cane, and chewing sand sand.
So, I carefully selected the right woman and got them together.
Now, we'll watch the horses run.
I got tired of waiting for you to get results, so I took matters into my own hands.
Drop dead.
I've been sick since the first race.
Well, it's easy.
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
I have invested a whole day and a heap of money just so Granny can have the pleasure of being right.
Sure is pretty day, ain't it?
You what?
Thank you very much, Miss Phyllis, but I kind of thought I'd just sort of take it easy today.
The dancing darling of the nightclub crowd, Mr. Twinkle Toe.
You stay there.
No, ma'am, this ain't Twinkle Toes.
All right, so give me some grocery money.
You and your stupid plan.
Well, she says Miss Phyllis is a gold-digging course girl just after you for your money.
Yeah, well... Well, sit down.
He's gone for a while.
Probably all stove up from dancing with that city woman all night.
Well, I like horses.
Was you two out all night?
It's not important.