Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Granny, I thought you were scared of gypsies.
Gypsy gals is pretty.
Uh, I don't think so.
I see... What do you see?
There are others.
I am Narda, Queen of Gypsies.
Come on, Ellie.
Now, you young'uns, throw all that stuff back upstairs.
Don't ask, child.
No, no.
Not yet.
That's pretty on the film.
Now, uh, how was I?
10, 20, 30, 40, 50... Daddykins!
The less you see of me, the easier it's going to be for you to get over that mad passion for me.
Hooray!
Uh, the money, please.
That's a 230 pound baby you're talking about.
Greetings.
Anything you want.
But I proposed to Granny, and she turned me down.
I like fiddle music.
We ain't got no more babies.
Hooray!
Now, wait a minute, Mother.
Margaret!
These people are meshuga.
What for?
Thank you.
Uh-huh.
I am Yerco.
Hillbilly, that is.
There you are.