Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Get rid of him. - He's ill.
He looked so hungry and sad. I couldn't just leave him.
Just one more day, Dorothy. I'll find the owner.
I was talking to the dog.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I wasn't going to mention this,
- He's got to go. - But, Dorothy...
Get me a doggie bone.
- I understand, Blanche. - Oh, no, you don't.
I've spilled my guts to someone who drinks out of a toilet.
When it comes to art, you cannot hold a candle to me.
and my ten weeks are now.
Well, thank you. Can I offer you something?
Mind? Of course I mind.
- Hi, Blanche. - Eat dirt and die, trash.
OK, Blanche. I forgive you.
Ma, you expect me to believe that?
Very sweet of you to call. Yes.
Aren't you a little old for imaginary friends?
Wa-Wa was the hands-down winner.
I'm so glad he found his owner.
That banquet you're mad about is in your honour.
Thanks. You didn't have to come.
Ma, you gave the dog sherry? That's terrible.
- Well... - I won't take no for an answer.
That's why I stopped at the animal shelter.
What was that thing Mr Allen just gave you?
I won't be any trouble. Please.