Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You noticed it, huh?
Please let me go to the YWCA.
Listen, you clown.
You said he had a million dollars.
Ellie?
Oh, that there's a telephone.
Why didn't you tell me my father was five feet tall?
What'll they think of next?
Well, bless my soul.
I forgot gas.
Oh, don't you dare, Mr. Clampett.
And I've got some great films and tape.
Oh, guess here's what you call a beach jacket.
One of the hands fell off.
Lily Hinton, Possum Ridge, Jake and Dora.
Well, it's got a vine on it.
This is a bathing suit.
Is she ever?
What?
The real one will be profusely illustrated by these fascinating photographs.
Swimming pools, movie stars.
Emmeline!
I understand this concerns
I told you this would happen if you let him run wild.
She ain't got my memory for faces.
Yes.
the sanctity of her boudoir was brazenly invaded by this backwards bluebeard.
I wouldn't stay no place that had to be spelt in mixed company.
Like a wild old man after a sweet young girl.