Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bless your heart for your concern,
Tattle later, ladies.
No time to waste.
Anytime, darling.
Now you just try to be quiet.
This is my first time out of Chicago, and I'm, uh--
Tragically.
And then we're on to the Marne to fight the Huns.
and perform one of your little ballet solos for the crowd.
I know, I'm just tired of that set.
Miss Zelda Sayre.
Hello, Mrs. Riggs.
Why don't you let us walk you ladies home?
Right, girls?
Where is it?
Mrs. Baker's been fussing about tardiness all morning.
Tomorrow, teach your boys to load a goddamn mortar safely.
Well, you could aid the effort by training your men.
I don't need to hear about any of that.
It is the least I can do.
Well...
She's just high-spirited.
I think you should put on some stockings.
anyone reads that novel of yours.
Should I wear this one or the pink?