Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, I carefully selected the right woman and got them together.
Hot dog!
Sure is pretty day, ain't it?
Thank you very much, Miss Phyllis, but I kind of thought I'd just sort of take it easy today.
Say it.
Oh, not me.
Well, it's easy.
No, ma'am, this ain't Twinkle Toes.
is second, Fanny G. is third, Rose is red, and Juan Matee.
Don't worry about it, Marge.
You might as well clear the table.
Look at Sugar Danny.
Well, I like horses.
He's gone for a while.
Well, she says Miss Phyllis is a gold-digging course girl just after you for your money.
Now, we'll watch the horses run.
I have invested a whole day and a heap of money just so Granny can have the pleasure of being right.
It's Tassie L. in front, P.G.
You and your stupid plan.
The dancing darling of the nightclub crowd, Mr. Twinkle Toe.
I got tired of waiting for you to get results, so I took matters into my own hands.
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
Drop dead.
Well, nothing, ma'am.
He'll be wearing pointy yellow shoes with spats, bell-bottom pants, and a flashy blazer, carrying a bowl-top cane, and chewing sand sand.
She got you in her clutches, Uncle Jeb?
Yeah, well... Well, sit down.
That's a wonderful idea.
Probably all stove up from dancing with that city woman all night.
I've been sick since the first race.
It's not important.
Was you two out all night?
You stay there.
All right, so give me some grocery money.
You what?