Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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