Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You have nothing to worry about.
Not before the wedding, you don't!
He's the postmaster, the justice of the peace, the newspaper publisher, and banker.
I ain't their flunky.
The same angelic expression.
So long, star maker.
Thank you.
What are we going to do?
You noticed it, did you?
It's at the First National Bank in Hooterville.
Oh, what a darling baby.
Same here.
Well, Granny, I think you'll run longer than that.
How bad can a hooter of a little hippie be?
Well, I, uh... Your wife is... That's it!
Oh, and this here's my flunky.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
Two weeks!
As far as I'm concerned, you can go... Hooterville!
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Oh, really?
Who you talking to out here, Ed?
Yeah.
I tote the groceries in for these here stars of tomorrow.
John, come to mother.
Well, howdy there, little fella.
Jethro said he'd fetch them in the car.
At least you and her part.
Well, no, but... Them corn-fed cuties ain't never seen a big Hollywood producer-director like me.
That ought to make you happy.
He ain't only the storekeeper.
How about me forgetting that Margaret's family celebrate Thanksgiving two weeks later than other people?
Let's see him get there!
I got matches.
Gee, and I don't have a key.
Oh, did you see the Bradley girls?
Well, I'll just get my pictures and say goodbye to Miss Jane, and then we'll be on our way to see the baby.
You reckon they's moving material?