Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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