Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, fellas, move the chairs first.
Didn't you see her?
Hope the boy's careful.
Swanson.
Is she kidding, Uncle Jed?
Until now.
Nope, I'm afraid not.
Did I hear you say that somebody wanted to make a silent motion picture with me?
Oh, Mr. Drysdale.
Oh, I'm the sweetest O'Barraby.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
All right, fellas, take a sofa.
You and Glory Swanson look alike.
I'm going to cut that out of my scrapbook.
That's the way I feel about it too.
Do we know one another?
What can we do to help her, Pa?
Viacom.
There has never been a movie star so idolized.
Okay, okay, okay.
Yes, but to millions of her fans, you're demolishing a shrine.
I didn't want to read you that part, because I know how it gloomed you up back home when the sheriff put some poor soul's belongings under the hammer.
Looking for Mr. Chapman.
♪ O'Barraby, you're my bestie.
Where are you taking this?
Oh, certainly not.
Them people in there just won't leave until they see the movie again.
You're a much younger man than I expected.
What does it say about her?
Jethro?
They's tearing down her house.
The comedies you love, get it all.
But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
Mom, pick it up.
Jethro, you're a working man now.
What do you mean?
Goodbye, Miss Swanson.