Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know how you polo.

I don't want to, Ma.

We're just getting into the game.

Oh, these ain't ordinary chitlins.

Telling me high society ladies don't go around carrying goats.

What happened to your beautiful spring hat?

Spiderman, do they?

Well, Miss Drossdale held one on her lap all the way to the bank.

What did you do to that beauty saloon?

You can wear your store-boughten hair.

Tell us what you want to do.

Of course, of course.

Your pictures will be in every newspaper.

I don't think I want to get mixed up in this nonsense.

I don't want to hear any more complaints about the clampets.

All them high society women is wearing them now.

Besides, Pearl knows a lot more about high society than we do.

What does it mean?

There's nothing like milking a goat to pretty the hands.

Oh, yes, sir, Uncle Jet.

["Black Gold, Texas Tea"]

Swimming pools, movie stars.

There ain't nothing like hot soapy water good for sore hands.

So we have to go back to grinding corn like we learned from the Indians.

Not for one moment was I fooled.

I have never seen you take a drink before the cocktail hour.

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

She got our work cut out for us, making high society out of that one.

I can't either.

Like as if there was a lookout up on the roof watching.

One good turn deserves another.