Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Show him to me!

Right in the corner where you are.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

And the other three varieties will be named for the rest of the Clampetts.

Well, maybe he ain't 12-foot.

But remember, they must be buried with the eyes up.

You're a copter maniac.

Granny, are you all right?

And though you covet what's rightfully mine, I give it to you with a glad heart.

Now, wait a minute.

She's about to swap her olive branch for a shotgun.

$10 a piece for dahlia bulbs?

Well, least ways there won't be no sneak attack, I warn you.

Throw the dirt on me.

That woman is a common thief, a scavenger.

I hope you're writing all this down.

You're no thief.

He stands 9 or 10 foot tall and has the strength of 40 mules.

Don't lust after my shovel.

Oh, I forgot, you ate me.

Either that or Mr. Ted and his bulbs go back to the hot house.

Down in my heart.

Never mind the gun, boy.

All right, if she leaves me alone, I'll leave her alone.

They happen to be specially cut redwood planks to frame in my new dahlia beds.

Reuben, please.