Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Satisfell, take your shoes off.

Eat your heart out.

I'm sorry, but... Well, howdy, Miss Jane.

From the looks of you, you ain't got much chance.

You know, I'm just dying to meet your daughter.

A young man coming to call.

I don't mean for you to drop him.

I'd like to apologize for leaving the way I did.

You look wonderful.

Is it true that Dash Riprock is in Mr. Drysdale's office?

Thanks, but I just assumed... Oh, aren't you Biff Steele from the studio?

Well, you can be back pumping gas in Peoria tomorrow.

Real pleased to meet you.

Ellie ain't got no beer rug like that.

Are you ready to stop Whitman and commence shooting?

Has your daughter been jilted enough to suit you now?

You are some kind of a nut.

I still am big.

Well, that's all right.

We were alone together for three hours last evening, and not once did he make an improper advance to me.

Miss Jane's come to see you and tell you something.

Good luck, Biff.

You're not going off and leaving me stranded here.