Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And even deeper outside.
What?
Oh, but please, you're sweeping me off my feet.
Why am I running from my wife?
Take my tonic, Skimmins, and put it around my drain.
I want you to hatch it.
Yes.
I'm in a terrible hurry, Granny.
I'll break down everybody.
See what you were saying, Commander?
That's why I'm leaving town.
I thought you cared for me.
Her and the little bird-watching professor left here together.
Two this year?
Ted Clampett speaking.
But she mustn't desert our unborn king of the sky.
Dash is going to love my tonic.
Well, he sure ain't any good for eating.
He just fell out of the tree.
But we just saw him down to the bank.
But why?
Not for a couple of hours.
No.
Flockmaster Hathaway is hatching a condor egg for me.
He couched his proposal in the language of the ornithologist.