Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and I come in here and you're always watching Days of Our Lives.
Don't start that again.
I can't even get to the market with him out there.
And once we get out into the street, I can put 'em back in the mailbox.
Or if you like the pork and beans, you can have them...
Now, that's better. I'm certainly glad to see that you've come to your senses.
I don't need a private room, just put me in a crate.
What would you like? The cold pork and beans or the cold zucchini?
and I'll take the bills and go see if I can get somebody to loan us the money.
- You're Mr. Sanford, aren't you? - No speak English.
Think I'll ever walk again? Oh, son, my back.
- I was pretty good, wasn't I? - Yeah. Hey, 200 dollars.
You can't take my refrigerator. That's where I keep my applejack.
What is it, Pop? Is it your knee?
We'll hold on to the check and we'll look at it as kind of a loan, see?
and you make your tea so strong, it tastes like coffee.
We go down in the basement and get a couple of shovels...
Gas. "Final Notice. "
- We have? - We must have. It's 80% black.
Then it won't be Sanford and Son no more.
It's no good unless it's been delivered to the person...
And I bring the money home. Haven't you been keeping a budget?