Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, they cut down the old pine tree.
A movie?
What do you mean?
What are you all talking about?
I think I'll sew him up with blue number three.
I have those loan papers for Mr. Drysdale.
Excuse me.
I want action!
Here you are.
That's true.
What you mean?
Looks like an eggshell.
Help!
My television commercial will show how I took this starving, penniless, hillbilly family, living in a wretched little backwoods cabin, and with my financial genius, transformed them into millionaires living in a magnificent Beverly Hills mansion.
You ain't giving him my head.
No, I ain't.
That's labor for you.
Did I tell you it's a big one?
No place to go.
You think you don't look good with a mustache.
You open your yacht to those nitpickers and you'll be starved.
Hey.
Wait a minute.
She's built like one.
Jeth?
Good, good.
Thank you, super banker.
He ain't himself.
Just like back home.
Believe it or not, friends, that lazy, no-good family of hillbillies now occupies this beautiful mansion in Beverly Hills and drives this beautiful car.
Oh, right here.
She's right.
You know what a big heart I have.