Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Ellie, honey, uh, run up and put on your prettiest dress.

Once you've seen this rascal, you'll commence throwing rocks at old Dash.

Dogged it, she didn't grab another one.

Away, away, for I will fly to thee, not charioted by Bacchus and his pods, but on the viewless wings of poecy.

I like him a lot, and... he likes me.

I can't take another three hours of poetry and carrot juice.

Here's the first carload.

You're going to let Miss Hathaway down very gently.

Take it off, Ellie.

I don't see what's so complicated about it, Mr. Drysdale.

Them movie actors is uncommon good-looking, and once you've tasted turkey, you ain't likely to settle for tripe.

Come on in, Dash.

I have heard that there's one or two that stroll down Lover's Lane alone.

I want you to send me over one of your finest looking turkeys.

It's the opening we've been looking for.

Starving for the...

Now, when Miss Hathaway walks in, you'll say, where have you been?