Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here's our Daddy, kids.
This is wonderful.
He thinks I look bad too, eh?
In a short while, this lovely edifice will no longer house those dreadful hillbillies.
I think we'd better get to Palm Springs.
It will be the Margaret Drysdale Art Center.
Oh, I'm sorry I tempted you.
What's she doing?
That's right, 18 holes.
That would give my husband the credit.
Drysdale is counting on us to do some of the painting and sculpting.
What you doing, Granny?
♪ Granny, look what Miss Jane finched over for us to paint on.
Well, as a matter of fact, I am.
You say the city is going to take over the cleaning and all?
Mr. Nagle, that's not exactly what I had in mind.
She's got us all painting and sculpting to beat the band.
I could start my own pharmacy.
May we see them?
I was speaking to Claude.
Oh, I should never have listened to that old quack I've been going to.
I just want to take a close look at the entrance to see where my name will look best.
You know, I am a little weak.
Open the door.
Well, he says he won't need a caddy.
This here is my daughter, Ella May.
If this is going to be a first class art gallery, we've got to have rock statues.
Granny will want to talk to me.
Granny has got a whole big platter full of cold cuts in the icebox.
Let's talk now, out here, in the fresh air.