Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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