Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, that takes care of my only worry.

Only I don't know how to be a sophisticated international playboy.

Good morning, Mr. Crawford.

Where's your bride-to-be?

I'm not going to ask you to marry me.

Now remember, you're a Hollywood siren.

He might be limping a little, but he'll come.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heaping helping of their hospitality.

You ain't the girl I was expecting to see at all.

I'm a... Sophisticated international playboy.

Granny hid them under the sink.

I'm going to ask you not to marry any woman.

No, he come out here to be what they call an inducted in the army.

What better teacher?

I got two dollars in silver.

I just swallowed a...

Well, when Mr. Short first met me, he assumed, mistakenly of course, that I was a Hollywood temptress.

Granny, I've been wondering.

Well, I simply appealed to his male egotism and suggested that he reject monogamy and choose instead the more hedonistic existence of a Bo Vivant.

So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Pa said not to tell that to no Hollywood women.

We'd best get him on his way.

I'll try, but these city women move awful fast.

And the rest of her cooking is just as good as her biscuits.

Oh yes I do, I'll call you back.

Ellie Mae, Beauregard's waiting to see you.