Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's not going into the Army Reserve today.
Any southern bells?
That was ladyfingers.
You're the first one to get his attention.
Don't blame her too much.
No, young'uns, it might be a trap.
Jethro, my pa gave this gun to me, and his pa gave it to him.
Well, what about a buggy?
I'm gonna fight.
My dingies.
That, my boy, is a money man piggy bank.
The first thing Monday morning.
Yes, sir.
Old Abe himself.
No, sir.
Hello, Amy.
He's every woman's hero.
I've been riding all my life.
Did you ever hear of Bell Boyd, the beautiful Confederate spy?
You and Sergeant O'Hara.
You'll be taken there.
Tell them you wore it to please a sweet, sentimental, little, old, gray-haired granny who would break your leg if you didn't.
In the dangerous game of toying with a man's emotions, there's no substitute for experience.
Jan!
He couldn't live this long.
I'll make a dashing figure on a horse.
Why couldn't you be an expert on bikinis instead of Civil War uniforms?
I can lead the attack, sir.
Hot dogs.
She comes from Boston.
See you Monday.
No, ma'am.
Well, how'd you know?
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.