Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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