Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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