Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ain't got time for you, Mr. Drysdale.
Granny said she bet you'd be stove up like a rusty pump.
Oh, yes, of course, I should know that.
Jan is mixed up with a high-steppin' city woman.
I can't spoil it now.
Why not?
Well, it'll drive around till it does.
For you, this time.
I told you not to bet on that beetle.
Every tip sheet.
Yeah, she loves to bet on the horses.
Pa, come here.
Truck don't need gas.
Me?
No, she ain't.
Thank you, boy.
Boy, she purrs like a cat full of cream.
Oh, yes, sir.
He's 40 to 1.
Come the back way.
How much have you won?
He's had three winners in a row.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
It ain't for young, innocent ears.
Like all gamblers and playboys.
Oh, Phyllis, somebody or other.
Marge, I've got it.
I'm responsible for you two having that date last night.
I heard it!
Oh, I had such a wonderful time last night.