Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can I be your flunky?
I'll throw you in front of the truck and plead insanity.
Oh, bless you, Granny.
I ain't even done my lips yet.
Amen.
Where's the hay shakers that wants me to drive them to Hooterville?
Yeah.
That way, it's protected by the United States government.
Don't you worry, darling.
I'm gonna give you a great big hug.
Straight on, I'm El.
Same here, sweetheart.
Oh, run along now.
It's too technical for a layman to understand.
Oh, you must be Mr. Bodine, the big Hollywood producer-director.
Boy, and Mr. Douglas ain't got anything like that in his barn.
Yes, sir, Mr. Bodine.
Then you got to get married straight off.
What are you doing, Chief?
Happy Thanksgiving, Granny.
Just call me Star Maker.
And you've blessed us with some wonderful new friends.
Compliments of Milburn Drysdale.
Hey, I'll bet you're that big Hollywood producer.
They's on their way in here now.
What do you want, Ab?
We can cover that with makeup.
Margaret's got my car!
You like her looks?
We've got it made.
But I'm crowding middle age.