Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, I'll bet you're that big Hollywood producer.
But I'm crowding middle age.
Compliments of Milburn Drysdale.
Yes, sir, Mr. Bodine.
Margaret's got my car!
That way, it's protected by the United States government.
I'm gonna give you a great big hug.
And you've blessed us with some wonderful new friends.
Oh, run along now.
Amen.
It's too technical for a layman to understand.
Straight on, I'm El.
I ain't even done my lips yet.
Oh, you must be Mr. Bodine, the big Hollywood producer-director.
Boy, and Mr. Douglas ain't got anything like that in his barn.
Don't you worry, darling.
Happy Thanksgiving, Granny.
We've got it made.
You like her looks?
I'll throw you in front of the truck and plead insanity.
We can cover that with makeup.
Then you got to get married straight off.
Can I be your flunky?
Where's the hay shakers that wants me to drive them to Hooterville?
They's on their way in here now.
Yeah.
What are you doing, Chief?
Oh, bless you, Granny.
Just call me Star Maker.
Same here, sweetheart.
What do you want, Ab?