Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's the matter?
Am I a star yet?
You know about those parties, do you?
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
Alone.
Well, now, I think you can.
Hello, Mr. Clabbett.
Not to mention an Oscar.
Well, your eyes is red, your face is white, and your lips is blue.
Yes, sir.
I like him.
When I first read that script, I said, why, these love scenes are positively indecent.
No, they're gonna work at my movie studio.
You been to a Hollywood party, Granny?
Papa owns the studio.
What y'all doing here?
All right, boy.
Oh, I'm ready.
Too bad.
Granted, she will meet young men, but what kind?
They just cast the girl for your picture.
But now that you're warned, I hope that you'll keep your daughter safe to home.
Baloney is what you're full of.
I'll come out.
Get the springs oil on this for me, honey.
Say prune.