Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- This is for dinner. - I'm starved. I could eat a horse!
- Pupule. - I'll show you who's crazy. Hit it!
You must come from a very rich family.
AOC
Pack your things. You're coming over to Kauai!
We must decide on the orchestra for the party.
- Could I play with you? - You're too young for this game.
Please, make it mine.
My baby!
Emergency! Emergency! Police!
Yes, Mr Chapman?
You didn't throw Abigail out.
Mr Gates! Mr Gates! Mr Gates, guess who here!
- Good evening, I'll take your car. - Thank you.
Every year you have an annual sales meeting in Atlanta.
No. She was all for the idea.
You got any ketchup in that bag?
- When will you let me know, sir? - When I know, of course.
Positively delicious.
- Won't you join me? - Certainly. We beg your pardon.
- She's pulling you to her level. - I won't listen to this.
- Scattered all over the States? - And Canada.
Do you know what you need? A good spanking.
I wonder where he took his basic training.
Plane reservations and hotel accommodations at Kauai.
I didn't win any medals, Mom.
- I missed you, Maile. - I missed you, too.
You can't spend your life on a surfboard.
No, but I have some lipstick. Same colour.
At least we have five minutes.
- We can settle this... - I said move.
Daddy, let's drink a toast to your boss.
- Off limits. Back to your room. - I couldn't sleep there.
Ito eats like teeth are going out of style!
You should try the new rum drink. Jack...
You must think I'm a fool!
This is my mother. It's about time you met. Mom, Maile Duval.
- Let's go for a swim. - Might as well.
it's time I took hold of things.
Good morning.
We can have the Wilsons and the Pomfrets. They're a must.
You'll do enough remembering for both of us, Mom.
- Chad Gates, remember? - Yes. He's a fine-looking boy.
I got to see your boss! I've wasted too much time already.
- Where's your car? - I can drive the company car.
You just have to hit a target instead of an officer.
- And you. - Thank you.
He's home! Just drive up in car, from Army!
- You're a very funny man! - I'm sorry...
All the time I was overseas, I got a letter from my folks every week
- What are those women doing? - Picking the ripe fruit.
Now try our way. No more beach friends and no more harebrained jobs.
He's the guide for Miss Prentace's girls.