Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Never mind what I swallow.
Consequently, our only communication is by carrier pigeon.
Commander Goodall.
Yes, I know it possesses some rather remarkable properties.
And if he's got one spark of love in his heart, that'll set it to blazing.
Your wife has likely downed both bottles by now and probably hollering for more.
Forsaking all others?
Ellie, when you put on a dress, you are prettier than a Jersey heifer in a clover patch.
Where you going all gushy now?
Yes, but how did you get here so quickly?
Be right back.
They've had a long, hard winter back home.
Who's the doctor here?
Well, what is your answer?
To the condor.
This is the nestling you asked her to mother?
Flockmaster Hathaway.
Mr. Drysdale, I want to talk to you alone.
Heck, fire.
In fact, Ravenswood is backing for me right now.
I'll take these two bottles over to Mr. Drysdale.
To that unborn king of the sky.
Ellie Mae, you should have seen it.
And when she passes 18...
None for me this year.
Granny has told me of a shocking and disgraceful situation which must be remedied immediately, or there will be swift and severe retaliation.
Oh, thank goodness they got away.
I'll be right back.
I can't help it.
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
I'm going out now and get you a small incubator.
She said back to our cabin, the snow was three feet deep.
Love?
Oh, Miss Hathaway, I'm so happy for you.