Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oil Company, fought because of Ted Swamp, Mr. John Brewster.

Get up off your knees.

Oh, you want to get that candy?

I was driving down the road and a great big eagle took it right out of my lap.

And you can wear that beautiful mink coat on your honeymoon.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

I was going to offer him my spare room.

Without getting her married to Mr. Brewster.

Somebody better help Ellie Mae hang on to her blankets, because that rascal just flew in her window.

That is, if you don't mind, it's been to war once or twice before.

I can't fight a woman's tears.

Freda, you hadn't ought to have took Jethro's hat.

He finished the cabin in the morning, went to town, found a girl, courted her, married her, and carried her across that doorstep all before sundown.

You heard what I said.

Now, the only spare room I know of around here is over to your house, Pearl.

Yeah, they stretched the truth a little too.

What spare room, Ma?

When I say get, you get.

Yeah, that's right.

You went to smoke a possum.

Well, Pearl says there's going to be a brand new picture from Hollywood called, uh, Ben-Hur.