Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- So you on your own, boy. - Good.
The bride has just arrived, Mr. Sanford.
Her leg look like Italian salami with the rope wrapped around it.
And that might be the next service, if you don't shut your big mouth.
She's better off without him, you junk dealer!
In a few years, her veins start showing.
So you had a disappointment. See, it's like cuttin' away a corn.
I don't understand it, Pop. She was so sweet.
This toaster. The wedding present your Aunt Elsie and me gave you.
- Look. - A towel?
Say, Crystal, let's go to city hall. Just the two of us, okay?
You're ridiculous, you know that?
- Now we can't even take 'em back. - Well, I didn't get married.
I ain't gonna let this liver lip broad insult you!
This couch is for drinkin'.
I'm lucky to get her. That girl could've had her pick, but she picked me.
There's nothing wrong, Mother. I can't do it. I changed my mind.
- No, it won't. - Oh, yes, it will.
She wasn't too much. She had ugly legs.
They won't laugh. We'll park the truck over there...
Go on over there with the kids and have a piece of cake.