Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me, please.
Must be something special.
- Daylight will make a glare on the TV. - Go ahead, open them up.
See, I can drill, but I can't kill.
Now you're gonna tell me this isn't...
You work for Jock Ewing personally, or Ewing Oil?
- Call me her name. - No.
I don't know what happened to them. They're just gone. Gone.
- You used to plot revenge. - Maybe marrying one is the best revenge.
No, it's not.
...and nobody says that you've got to run things alone.
- Just a few friends coming over tonight. - Can I help?
- You come on inside. - I'll get the bags.
She couldn't wait to tell me all about it.
Pammy!
Oh, I'll bet the Ewings think so.
It weren't close at all. He'd never come up here.
She said, "Bobby Ewing, that's about the dumbest idea I've ever heard. "
...this is our little house over here. It's not very big, but it's comfortable.
- Have you seen Pammy this morning? - Well, yeah, I did.
Good night.
But it's not as important as your peace of mind.
Yeah.
Come on, honey.
- That's enough, J.R. - I don't think it is.
She was not my wife in the past, but she is now.
Raul, would you put these spoons over there, please?
Ray?
Oh, to hell with it.
She's probably real different, right?
If they get too much of a head start, my first grandson's gonna be theirs.
Mama don't like business talk with supper on the table, J.R.
Bobby, I'm sorry, I don't mean to disturb you.
...some old boys get a little of what they can't get on their own, does it?