Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Show me that paper. - I'm sorry, Blanche, I can't.
I hunted hours for his owner.
Ma, gimme a break. The Di-Gel's on the bottom shelf.
Come on, sweetheart.
OK, but we're not the only ones living here. Dorothy has to agree, too.
Especially since there wasn't that much work involved.
Come on, sweetheart. That's a boy.
Gin.
Girls, this little fella better stick around a while.
How about that new pizza place on the corner?
But I want to make it up to you.
You should've taken the job I suggested.
But you said he was cute.
It's steady work, they supply the uniform and you're married to God.
He's adorable. I found him at the market.
Good, we can talk about the banquet.
Blanche, what the hell are you talking about?
Aunt Dorothy's certainly a grouch.