Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, that's wonderful, Miss Zelda, just wonderful.
I rewrite my novel before she'll marry me.
The likes of which she's never heard.
He can't be more than 14.
Well, nevertheless, you stole my last cigarette.
I suppose so.
I think Tildy's talkin' about
We will die together. I know.
Zelda?
I can do that, Mama.
Sorry, Bucky, about your mama!
Which is to our good fortune.
Zelda's got her hands full with Mr. Sellers.
So you see, dearest Scott,
We'll paint the town.
No need to marry, my friend.
I've spent today in the graveyard,
It's almost 6:15. Dinner.
This is our first major shot at the cigarette market.