Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So the gypsies won't steal you.

Oh, well, I hope that won't be necessary.

I'm a practical down-to-earth banker.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

You know very well I did.

Betwixt the froze ground and them stole, squallin' babies,

He's the hotline.

How's that for service, Jed?

Not that way, you're liable to hit it head on.

Or the coffin in the baggage coach ahead?

Are you sure gypsy men wear earrings?

A dark, handsome man?

There are three others in the family.

Because I ain't going to do no more toting.

I see money in your hand.

Skillet, skillet in my hand, who's the fairest in the land?

If Narda says a man is coming, he's a coming.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bumbling crew.

Yes, but I don't, so hand it over.

Jed, gypsies is outdoor people.

I feel like a darn fool.

And threats won't work either.