Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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