Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rock Hudson and Doris Day.

Mr. Drysdale will talk to you when he comes back.

If he looks like that coming out, I hope I never see him going in.

Where's your little mustache and your hat and your cane?

Mr. Traver knows about that, huh?

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

All right, quiet on the set.

Well, that's what I mean.

Watch your lip.

And how about that Rock Hudson, isn't he handsome?

Well, my nephew would like to be a producer.

I'll call the head of the studio, Mr. Lawrence Chapman.

Mr. Drysdale says he got trains that runs underground.

Ellie can handle him.

Well, pleased to meet you, Mr. Hudson.

I've got pig's knuckles on the stones.

You know, working on that stage right now is one of the biggest names in the business.

I say, old boy, did you find me a young pretty girl for the midnight strangulation scene?

I can cook riddles for who gives a... That's a spirit.

What do you send for possum shanks and pickled krill a day?

Sir Trevor Gielgud Burton Guinness.

Boy, I can't wait to commence being a movie producer.

Come on, Ellie Mae.

If they're getting together after all that time, maybe they'd want to be alone.

They're on their way over?

Dogged if I want to be eating lunch when he takes them off.

I was afraid he'd turn a mean.

Bum-ba-bum-ba-bum-bum.

Howdy, Mr. Hudson!

They're shooting in there.

Thank you, Mr. Hudson!

Oh, darling, you need to conserve your strength.

He's got his aggressive oar and a big star.