Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dash ought to be here any minute.

She says she's come by to get this and tell me something.

Oh, howdy, girls.

Well, what is it, Miss Jane?

My, how lovely you look.

See you later, Mr. Drysdale.

You have so much.

It's hid like a quail in a thicket.

How could it happen?

Well, uh, maybe she'd like to save them till her and Dash is in the parlor.

And it's your daughter that I'm supposed to... All right, again.

Okay, let's go.

Her father's got $40 million, and he's got a strong arm of date for her.

I've been watching he-in and she-in for nigh on to 75 years.

Thank you, Bessie, but it just ain't the same.

Oh, please, just let me take a peek at him.

This girl has got to be a real beast.

That's what them Hollywood actors is.

What do you think, Granny?

Well, the way I got it figured.

Well, brace yourself, my dear.

That's what I can't figure out.

Where have you been?

I want you to go over to that movie studio and find that movie actor that broke your daughter's heart and dust his city britches with a little country lead.

Now, have you got that straight?