Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He does possess a gift equal to mine.
I think you and the girls better wait in the hall.
The ship of the desert?
Oh, on the contrary.
Your meeting with the sheep will be the high point of the telecast.
Oh, wait a minute, Uncle Jeff.
Is he, Drosser?
Now, Ellie, you let them girls out of Granny's room and fetch them down to the parlor when I call you.
Heck no.
No, sir, not pearls.
You're a terrible aggravation to me, but I still love you.
Mr. Drysdale?
I speak of you, princess of the heavens, moon of my delight, oasis of my desire.
Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.
A $40 makeup job down the drain.
Come on in.
I thought so.
So it's you.
All right, Mr. Drydale, I'm listening.
One thousand pieces of gold.
Remember that fancy livestock he promised you?
Well then check on the dancing girl.
If you're looking for them girls, I got them up in my room.
The meeting of two oil kings.
Of course not.
Wave, Jed, wave.
What a vision of delight!
Man, I mean, they got rings, cufflinks, neckties, back right off the map.
Yes, sir.