Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, that's wonderful, Miss Zelda, just wonderful.
I can do that, Mama.
He can't be more than 14.
We will die together. I know.
I think Tildy's talkin' about
No need to marry, my friend.
The likes of which she's never heard.
This is our first major shot at the cigarette market.
We'll paint the town.
It's almost 6:15. Dinner.
So you see, dearest Scott,
Which is to our good fortune.
Zelda's got her hands full with Mr. Sellers.
I rewrite my novel before she'll marry me.
Zelda?
I suppose so.
Well, nevertheless, you stole my last cigarette.
Sorry, Bucky, about your mama!
I've spent today in the graveyard,