Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Charles and Andy, we ain't seen no real wood since we left the hill.

you've never played pool before?

How far do you make that to be?

For that you called me off the golf course?

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

I'll roll your high dice.

I tried that, Uncle Jed, but he couldn't keep up with me.

And we'll open up another box of matches.

I'm real sorry, Mr. Farquhar, but when Jethro has an empty stomach, he gets a head to match.

Lowell Redlings Farquhar.

I'm ready, dear.

Beg pardon, madam.

Listen, Margaret, I had John Cushing two strokes down on the ninth hole.

No, no, no, I'm not tired.

We might chat a little, or... I don't suppose you play cards?

Oh, tell me, those clampets next door, I suppose they're a rowdy group, huh?

Daddy, they're such a blight.

Daddy wants to discuss business with you.

Of course, I never played any.

Well, if Miss Drydale don't fetch him over here to meet us pretty soon, we're gonna have to figure out a way to commence breaking the ice.

Would you like to finance that?

Daddy has never been west of Copley Square.