Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can tell you something We used to do on the farm.

Well, who in his Right mind wouldn't...

And then i'm gonna Call my wife and ask her

200 And--oh, my god, We're rich!

Or "bubba" or something?

Does mr. Peterson know What this is about?

I looked In his eyes.

I'll talk to him. I'll see what I can do.

Excuse me. Is there A cliff clavin here?

You know, Back where I come from,

With her knees Bolted together?

And hold it over The woman's stomach.

A clavin cannot Be bought off!

I peeled off His black rubber Raincoat.

I will give it To you.

[Voices drowned out]

So does anyone know what College ours went to?

Yeah, ma. Yeah, it really does!

Cliff's locked himself In the house.

Jim: hey, cliff, Remember me?

I even carved My first slingshot

Family, And our memories.

Ma, it is not working!

So can we do this In private?

Come on, ma. They wouldn't Do that, would they?

And they're Not gonna touch This house either!

Well, interestingly Enough,

As a matter of fact, no.

Come on, ma, you're The one who taught me