Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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