Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, what a red-letter day this is for you.
Come in, come in.
Sure will.
Uh, Mr. Chauffeur, you make old Sibu play.
The clampets are so uncouth, so unrefined.
Well, Miss Drysdale, is there someplace you gotta go?
All of you go and put your clothes on, and when Miss Dandy sees us, she won't have to be shamed.
Your cousin.
Uncle Jed!
She wanted the telephone.
But surely any supermarket would... Mrs. Drysdale, this is a priceless experience.
You like music, Ms.
I've got to come down to earth long enough to get confirmation.
First of all, that there music is what you call chimes.
This ain't my hair.
I am not intoxicated.
Let go of me.
Why, she's having her chauffeur take me to all the fancy stores and then to her beauty saloon.
Oh, what a treat, of course.
That salon, Sibu play.
Have a chicken.
Drydale?