Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's go try on this upper plate that Jed whittled for you.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, while we're waiting, sit down, and I'll give you a marshall.
Wait a minute, Bondy!
Well, doggie, Mr. Drysdale, why, you're the first city fella I ever seen with gumption enough to get going for a sun-up.
Who, me?
Have you had your breakfast?
Mr. Knappett.
The clowns have decided you're the best friend they've ever had.
I see.
Well, Mr. Cratchit, how's Granny's hair pullers working?
Oh, I was so sleepy, I forgot to change.
Now, that's where we're really in trouble.
Have a nice trip back.
Then I'll go down fighting!
Couldn't we just let the boy clean fish?
You're a banker, and I'm a professional rich servant.
You know, I was with him the day he foreclosed on the old soldier's home.
My Uncle Jed's already at the table.
Yes, you work cheap.
I don't have any friends.
Worshipped your father.
When do I start?
Probably the greatest husband and wife, yarb doctor and team in the history of medicine.
Over my dead body!
Snipers.
The stars are out.
There you are.
Where am I?
For a city boy, you move pretty good.
Those were his favorites.
He was the meanest man I ever knew.