Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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