Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I like chorus girls.
This is close to Cavanaugh's box.
I'll split everything I get with you.
Black gold.
In all fairness, Chief, I have often suggested this very plan.
Mr. Drydale, did anything happen to Granny?
You mean she's a gambling woman?
You reckon he's ailing?
Placed.
So sue me.
I think she's doomed.
Not a cent, and five bucks could get me well.
The next time you see him, he'll be dressed like a city sport.
Wonderful.
Well, hi there, Mr. Drysdale, Miss Jane.