Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Like a wild old man after a sweet young girl.

This is a bathing suit.

Why didn't you tell me my father was five feet tall?

Lily Hinton, Possum Ridge, Jake and Dora.

I wouldn't stay no place that had to be spelt in mixed company.

And I've got some great films and tape.

Please let me go to the YWCA.

I told you this would happen if you let him run wild.

Oh, don't you dare, Mr. Clampett.

You said he had a million dollars.

She ain't got my memory for faces.

The real one will be profusely illustrated by these fascinating photographs.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

Listen, you clown.

One of the hands fell off.

the sanctity of her boudoir was brazenly invaded by this backwards bluebeard.

Well, bless my soul.

You noticed it, huh?

Oh, guess here's what you call a beach jacket.

Well, it's got a vine on it.

What'll they think of next?

I understand this concerns

Oh, that there's a telephone.