Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And you're, uh, here all alone, huh?

How'd you like to play a game of blackjack?

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to see Mr. Farquhar and try to talk him out of going back to Boston.

I reckon he is, seeing as how we only got here yesterday.

But they're such boorish, illiterate people.

Heck, Fire Lowell, at our age, every day's a gamble.

Why, there was a good five gallons of cider left in that keg.

You'll have me blushing.

Well, you see, Daisy, the last time I was in Las Vegas, I met up with a lot of bad luck, and I thought maybe that it... Oh, the dad-blamed nerve!

I don't know how much of them you'll be able to take.

No, as you say, they don't spend their money.

Well... Well, then, supposing I go along without you.

Miss Dry-Dealed Paul.

All I need is financing and I'll make a killing.

I warn you, not to fire a parka.

Any kind you can say.

No violence, please.

And at our ages, we should take our fun where we find it.

You don't mean Granny?

I'll entertain Mr. Farquhar.

It'll be boiling in a minute now.

Granny, I know that you have a lot of money, but are you having any fun with it?