Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, where is he?
Oh, boy.
Chief, you have nothing to worry about on that score.
I'll fetch her in so you can get acquainted.
This is a lot of darn nonsense.
Riprock.
I wouldn't get my hopes up too high.
True.
Here's your new contract, Ripsaw.
Oh, hey, Dash, you heard any good poems lately?
Well, until you hear from me, you will continue to flip for Miss Hathaway.
That makes twice within the hour I have had to break a young man's heart.
Oh, howdy there, young fella.
Right to parlor, and get ready to be mobbed.
Are you some kind of a nut?
You?
And then?
I told you to make a pitch for Ellie Mae Clampett.
Me.
One's enough.
It was a mistake, Mr. Drysdale.
Riprock.
Listen, take me back and bring over Tab Strong or Race Burley.
Biff Steele, huh?
I just want to be with Dash and have him to kiss me again.
That was my name when I was pumping gas in Peoria.
Just don't... Oh, howdy.
Surprise, Dale.
Yes, sir.
And then you'll stomp right up to the clappers and make a pitch for Ellie Mae.
Oh, what, young lady?