Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll get that rascal to propose to Ellie if it's the last thing I ever do.
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
Come on, Betsy.
I cut it for city folks, and I cut it some more for him.
She'll be right over.
No, but the professor did propose.
Oh, uh, you got company.
I've only received a proposal.
This has been a Filmways presentation.
Sure did.
Otherwise, she might put a knot on you and then knock it off.
Hey, Granny, you don't want no hairy old monkey toting your tonic around the neighborhood, do you?
What is it?
Another three minutes and that precious condor egg would have been cold.
Miss Hathaway, I can't believe that you really want to marry that overage cub scout.
Ellie?
Dumb old animal.
What'll we do?
Commander Fiddle!
Think of your responsibilities!
Jethro, we're going outside.
We'll figure something.
Would you like one of my home-baked cookies?
She ain't none too fond of you to commence with.
And this one is for Dash Riprock.
Hi there, Miss Jane.
Don't stop here.
No, Granny, you're too old.
You just see to it that Dash Riprock don't swallow none of that tonic.
We ain't gonna have more than enough for just the family and a few close friends, Ellie.