Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Hollywood Playboy is up.
Three more.
Miss Phyllis and me is going out to supper and then dancing.
I want some gas in the truck.
The way you was showing off, you'll never get out of her clutches.
How do you get here?
She's painting her face and getting ready to lead you along the Quimrow's path.
He might resent our interfering in a matter so personal.
Yeah, it sure is.
Hold on, young'uns.
Don't worry.
Oh, come on, show me!
That's right!
Miss Phyllis, I'd be a right pleasure to go on the horse races with you today.
Well, he ain't never stayed in bed this late.
And you too, Miss, uh... Butterfield.
Don't bug me, Marge.
A real sleeper.
Sit down and take another one!
Hey, you are stover!
Perhaps they stepped out for refreshments.
Well, Granny, as long as we's going out to the fairgrounds, I figured my critters might win some blow rabbits.
Now, are you coming with me?
Isn't that Mr. Clampett?
Here it is!
Ain't Pa coming down to breakfast?
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.
Oh, howdy, Miss Phyllis.
Busy B's gonna win.
All dressed up and with an attractive woman!
Swimming poos, movie stars.
Take your shoes off.
Wonderful!