Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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