Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's the only way of catching him!
Bonjour, Claude.
Hope you'll find some fish in the water!
But there are two of us.
I'll go give him his back.
Hey, Granny, turkey's done.
No!
Oh, what a darling.
Good morning, Miss Hathaway.
Here you are.
Well, here's your change.
Even us doctors only can watch and hope.
I'll have it delivered to your apartment today.
My wife.
In the seven years that we've been neighbors, she ain't hardly spoke a civil word to us.
Come on, Mr. Drysdale!
But for?
Oh, Miss Hathaway, please tell these lovely people why they can't go to Hooderville.
That's a little baby I took care of.
Right, Mr. Carson?
Then start flunking.
You're talking to a star maker.
I'll tell Mr. Drysdale you're here.
I ought to buy two raffle tickets to win that turkey.
Oh, I certainly do.
Not anymore, she ain't.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.