Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They just cast the girl for your picture.
Granted, she will meet young men, but what kind?
I like him.
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
Well, your eyes is red, your face is white, and your lips is blue.
What y'all doing here?
Hello, Mr. Clabbett.
Well, now, I think you can.
You been to a Hollywood party, Granny?
Yes, sir.
I'll come out.
What's the matter?
Papa owns the studio.
Too bad.
All right, boy.
You know about those parties, do you?
No, they're gonna work at my movie studio.
Not to mention an Oscar.
Alone.
But now that you're warned, I hope that you'll keep your daughter safe to home.
When I first read that script, I said, why, these love scenes are positively indecent.
Am I a star yet?
Baloney is what you're full of.
Get the springs oil on this for me, honey.
Oh, I'm ready.
Say prune.