Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Come on, Crystal... - Take your hands off her!
Who, me?
The truck? We're not gonna take this broken-down truck on my wedding day.
- Bunch of jive niggers. - Pop!
- We gonna be late. - I'm comin'.
It's supposed to be your wedding, and they took the wedding gifts back...
- It's not much use to you now, is it? - No, I guess not.
Have you seen her tablecloth?
It won't work. I give it two weeks.
I already told you, Pop. Crystal wanted a church wedding.
- To settle my stomach. - You mean a water glass full of gin.
Well, we'll use this one downstairs. That way we'll have full coverage.
I got it wrapped up here in this handkerchief.
to love her and cherish her as you do your own life...
Edgar, why'd don't you just admit that you want your toaster back?
No. I don't think so. I'm just going to bed.
You're standing around here worrying about your dumb wedding presents.
take Crystal Simpson to be your lawful wedded wife...
- What's wrong with that? - Everybody will be laughing at us, Pop.
- And look here. - Stationery? A pen?
Black mayor ain't gonna help you forget. He got enough troubles of his own.
Now, wait a minute, Fred. That was a legitimate purchase.
Wishing you a Happy Birthday Leoroi from Fred G. Sanford