Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's gonna be all right.

You're just being a little unreasonable.

Say, on a 10% commission, if I sell $30,000 worth of bug spray, you're mine.

Let's start with loaches.

I got enough to take care of now.

It's coming along for suppertime, don't you want to get started fixing the fiddles?

He's a bug doctor.

It ain't Duke I want the Critter doctor to come see, you tell him he ain't.

Granny don't allow dogs in the bed.

And if that ain't enough, he wants me to give a bath to fleas.

Over my burning body.

Oh, he's in the bedroom right at the top of the stairs.

Come on outside.

But he might be just the beau we've been looking for for that girl.

Granny and me are waiting in the kitchen.

If he comes courting on her regular, we'll end up with more violence than the zoo.

Who's everybody?

That young fella wants to know, can he take you out for supper?

Now, Granny, you listen to me.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

What did you say?

Uh, fly spray, mosquito ointment, moth cakes, roach pellets.

I'll be back, I promise.

Granny, you is good for nothing.

Oh, that's great.

I'll just throw myself out the window.

By the way, my name's Jim Gardner.

What you looking at, Granny?

Are you telling me that I ain't fit to doctor a dog?