Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Three tea leaves, brew special potion.

I'll give you five dollars.

This curse is complimentary to build goodwill.

Mama, rich lady must not try to cheat poor gypsies.

Here's your dollar, though.

But you got a dollar to tell me the future.

I will read her palm again.

Swimming poons, movie stars.

What is it that's going to happen, Granny?

Spell or no spell, I can't marry you.

Has my dark, handsome stranger come yet yet?

A big bastard, two hundred and thirty pound limbs.

Oh, you're my only baby boy and I love you.

Because I don't know.

Come on, Ellie.

For five years, I've been trying to rid the neighborhood of that blight.

You don't know these people like I do.

And on you, my son.

Well, I'm ready for him.

But we only want to tell you there is no gypsy curse on this house.

What do you say to that?

They ain't turning nobody away from my door without I know what they want.

You get a line and I'll get a pole, honey.