Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Granny, once and for all, we're going to find out firsthand about them Hollywood parties.
That flour mill in Springfield.
Okay.
I'm not one to pass on gossip, you know.
What's wrong with Hollywood parties?
That is dash, riprock, and bolt uprights.
Could I finish reading those, sir?
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
Dash Riprock.
That's probably the dark glasses.
That's it?
Well, we're looking for Mr. Riprock.
I am?
You just be your own sweet pretty self and do honest day's work movie starring.
Black gold.
Okay.
Them young actor fellows will be wanting to get acquainted and it won't help none to have your pa standing around.
Sit down, sit down.
And the girls at the mill told her.
Well, what's the matter with it?
Take a good look, Mr. Pinkerton.
It's Ellie Mae!
You?
Stay where you are.
What does she know about Hollywood parties?
Bend your knees.
Poor, sweet, innocent Ellie May can whip four of their kind with one hand tied behind her.
Come out of there, Rip Dash, you coward!
Gosh!