Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What you doing, Granny?
This is wonderful.
You know, I am a little weak.
Granny will want to talk to me.
Open the door.
Oh, I'm sorry I tempted you.
Drysdale is counting on us to do some of the painting and sculpting.
He thinks I look bad too, eh?
She's got us all painting and sculpting to beat the band.
Mr. Nagle, that's not exactly what I had in mind.
If this is going to be a first class art gallery, we've got to have rock statues.
In a short while, this lovely edifice will no longer house those dreadful hillbillies.
Oh, I should never have listened to that old quack I've been going to.
Well, he says he won't need a caddy.
It will be the Margaret Drysdale Art Center.
Granny has got a whole big platter full of cold cuts in the icebox.
I was speaking to Claude.
What's she doing?
Here's our Daddy, kids.
I could start my own pharmacy.
Let's talk now, out here, in the fresh air.
♪ Granny, look what Miss Jane finched over for us to paint on.
You say the city is going to take over the cleaning and all?
That's right, 18 holes.
May we see them?
This here is my daughter, Ella May.
I think we'd better get to Palm Springs.
Well, as a matter of fact, I am.
That would give my husband the credit.
I just want to take a close look at the entrance to see where my name will look best.