Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I promise to watch the egg devotedly.
No, I don't, so get back to your chores.
Whether or not I accept his proposal, I must ask you to show the respect due to the commander-in-chief of Biddle's Bird Watchers, of which I have the honor to be flockmaster of the Beverly Hills Nest.
I can't do it.
You gonna swallow a story like that?
You can hire a $5 preacher.
I love that little woman.
She turned me down.
Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
I'll go up and get him.
Oh, it's all right, Jed.
I didn't get many.
And no coffee break this morning.
Mr. Clover, don't leave the professor alone with her.
You rang, Chief?
Come on, Jethro!
Fine.
Oh, that, yes.
Why'd you do that?
I've got to talk to you.
How you feeling, Professor?
All right, kid.
You're a bird lover.
Yeah.
No, sir.
Excuse me, I thought I heard a wedding.
What, Master Huey?
Well, I'm terribly sorry, but what can I do?
All of a sudden, I want to fly like an eagle.
No.
In sickness and in health?
Just had the wind knocked out of him.
Well, I grabbed my wife's
Hold on.
Well, Granny says I am.
I'm leaving town.
He asked me to be the mother of his nestling.
Oh, no.
Congratulations are in order.
You don't have any.
Yes, ma'am.