Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Reminds me for all the world of my sweet, little, gentle, gray-haired old mother.

I hope you didn't give him no money.

His mother's so beautiful.

This woman is a tremendous talent.

Well, do you know how much money the Hollywood Bowl took in last year?

I'm going to sell you Griffith Park, the Hollywood Bowl, and the freeway that connects them.

Oh, if he hurts one of my critters, I'll hit him on the jaw so hard he'll be able to look down his back without even turning his head.

It's awful hard to keep track of him amongst all these animals.

Jed, you and Mr. Jones go on inside and talk out your business.

Uh, Jones, Harry Jones.

Come right along with old Honest Hank.

Jed, did you hear that?

Right nice, Mr. Jones.

Yeah, by the way, I think it's time we dropped all these formalities.

Isn't that a wild one?

There's an article here concerning a countenance man known to be operating in this area.

Miss Jones, this here is my cousin, Pearl Bodine.

I ain't gonna sing in Hollywood Bowl, Mr. Jones.

That means being polite to other folks driving, and not speeding or honking or yelling at them.

Well, I could... I could yodel for you.

Sorry, Chief, the line's busy.

I don't quite follow what you mean.