Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on in, Dash.

Oh, Ellie, honey, uh, run up and put on your prettiest dress.

Starving for the...

Them movie actors is uncommon good-looking, and once you've tasted turkey, you ain't likely to settle for tripe.

I like him a lot, and... he likes me.

It's the opening we've been looking for.

You're going to let Miss Hathaway down very gently.

Dogged it, she didn't grab another one.

Once you've seen this rascal, you'll commence throwing rocks at old Dash.

I don't see what's so complicated about it, Mr. Drysdale.

I can't take another three hours of poetry and carrot juice.

Away, away, for I will fly to thee, not charioted by Bacchus and his pods, but on the viewless wings of poecy.

I have heard that there's one or two that stroll down Lover's Lane alone.

Now, when Miss Hathaway walks in, you'll say, where have you been?

Take it off, Ellie.

I want you to send me over one of your finest looking turkeys.

Here's the first carload.