Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Supremus Calorum Imperator!
He's been tarnished.
So has my wife.
Oh, Commander Biddle, I see you found an incubator.
You or me?
She can have mine.
But I don't dare leave him up there with Ellie.
Neither one of you is going to tote the tonic because I ain't got enough tonic to tote.
If you fall, that ape won't have a father!
Yes.
Well, I'm not at all sure that I do, but I still want him to ask me.
Kid, you old apple knocker.
We must make arrangements for the sitter.
Well, there's no use fussing over what we can't have.
Okay, okay.
All that the crested jay from his perch contains, the wild Corvus Brachyrhynchus.
A little of my spring tonic will have you feeling sprightly again.
Diddle Schmiddle.
Congratulations, Chief Paul.
Nature's champagne.
Greetings, dear friends.
No, I'm not!
Oh, yes.
I think what she's riling about is the dog jumping in her wheelbarrow.
Forget it.