Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I guess not.
Biff Steele?
How are you, sir?
I don't feel like playing ball neither.
Oh, well, sure hope she makes it quick.
She knows two more.
But you shouldn't have come here, naughty boy.
Y'all come back now, hear?
According to this, your name is Homer Noodleman.
I don't like that dash rip-rock fella no better than you.
Those are my orders.
Yes, indeed.
Well, he's awful cute, Wilbur.
It boils down to this.
I'd rather like it.
And then I stomp out in a jealous rage.
Oh, hi.
Swimming poos, movie stars.
Every actor in the studio wants to meet her.
I say, Jethro Bowdeen, aha, another man.
It will be all the sweeter when we do meet.
Howdy, fellas!
I figured she had to look like that.
How are you?
Miss Jane, whereabouts is Ellie?
Roses are red, vials are blue, so I've been sticking, so it's good.
Where are you?
Oh, hi there, Miss Jane.
It was a catastrophe, Mr. Ripsnort.
There'll be cheats and carrot juice.