Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Riprock.
Surprise, Dale.
And then?
One's enough.
That makes twice within the hour I have had to break a young man's heart.
Me.
I told you to make a pitch for Ellie Mae Clampett.
Well, where is he?
Oh, what, young lady?
Here's your new contract, Ripsaw.
It was a mistake, Mr. Drysdale.
Are you some kind of a nut?
Biff Steele, huh?
I'll fetch her in so you can get acquainted.
This is a lot of darn nonsense.
Right to parlor, and get ready to be mobbed.
Well, until you hear from me, you will continue to flip for Miss Hathaway.
Yes, sir.
Oh, boy.
And then you'll stomp right up to the clappers and make a pitch for Ellie Mae.
True.
Oh, hey, Dash, you heard any good poems lately?
That was my name when I was pumping gas in Peoria.
I just want to be with Dash and have him to kiss me again.
Riprock.
Oh, howdy there, young fella.
Listen, take me back and bring over Tab Strong or Race Burley.
I wouldn't get my hopes up too high.
You?
Chief, you have nothing to worry about on that score.
Just don't... Oh, howdy.