Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here comes Instant Romance.

What did you say?

Boy, that bores right into your brain, don't it?

Mr. Drysdale, isn't he the boy whose uncle has 50 million dollars?

Back to work everybody!

Now, we've got to get that corn-fed Casanova back in a good mood.

What's wrong with it?

Oh, I use them to light the fire.

You must have double-backed on me, the honoree.

How did you manage that?

Doggone, it just ain't got the class of a fireplace.

I can find some tissue paper for my comb.

Table and chairs for candlelight supper.

The magazine for international playboys.

What do you mean?

Oh no, you've been watching Jethro again.

Where are we going?

I already took two loads to the dump.

I can hardly wait to start studying.

Maybe I ought to give my paradise on wheels a coat of paint.

He's going on over to Catalina!

This is what you call class!

Well, I don't know, but 36% of international playboys has two or more for lunch.

Come here, I want to show you something.

I was all set to give it a listen test.

You go there for lunch twice a week.

Would you care to step into my pad and lap up a sauce or a goat's milk?