Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Swimming pools, movie stars.

So we have to go back to grinding corn like we learned from the Indians.

We're just getting into the game.

I can't either.

I don't want to, Ma.

Not for one moment was I fooled.

She got our work cut out for us, making high society out of that one.

One good turn deserves another.

Tell us what you want to do.

Spiderman, do they?

Of course, of course.

I have never seen you take a drink before the cocktail hour.

What does it mean?

I don't want to hear any more complaints about the clampets.

Besides, Pearl knows a lot more about high society than we do.

What did you do to that beauty saloon?

Like as if there was a lookout up on the roof watching.

Telling me high society ladies don't go around carrying goats.

["Black Gold, Texas Tea"]

I don't think I want to get mixed up in this nonsense.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Well, Miss Drossdale held one on her lap all the way to the bank.

What happened to your beautiful spring hat?

There ain't nothing like hot soapy water good for sore hands.

All them high society women is wearing them now.

Oh, these ain't ordinary chitlins.

I don't know how you polo.

You can wear your store-boughten hair.

Your pictures will be in every newspaper.

There's nothing like milking a goat to pretty the hands.

Oh, yes, sir, Uncle Jet.