Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now what you think I am, Miss Daisy?
Besides, it sounds like she needs me.
"Er." That is the last part. "Bauer!"
I'm not crying.
R!
Lord, there he was. Hanging up yonder in the tree.
I can get it myself!
Nine bam!
...and Lord knows I need a job.
I'll stop by tomorrow evening.
And Werthan Industries believes that what we want is what Atlanta wants.
So I said, "Fine, Mrs. Harris, just fine, thank you."
Somebody has bombed the temple.
This is my car, officer.
I worked for Judge Harold Stone, a Jewish gentleman.
No, sir, I don't expect I'll miss it that much.
- You fixing to ruin it. - What are you talking about?
You backed the car into the Pollack's yard.
...and your wife to the beauty parlor?
It sure does!
I was 12.
Yer a doodle Momma!
You are a doodle, Mama!
No, ma'am.
- You the boss. - Don't talk to me!
Do I ever?
Two dot.
...but I am still in control of what goes on in my car!
...and my gain down here...
- I saw an Avondale milk truck. - Is that right?
I couldn't help it. There's a big mess up yonder.
No, she's all there!
You're a lucky old woman.
Mama, I'll be right out...
I missed my breakfast and I'm late to a meeting...
And the last letter?
Hoke!
It's 7:16!
The invitation to this dinner...
We're low on silver polish, too.
1888! You were nothing but a little bitty thing.
We can't stay.
They fixed crab for me.
Either choose the easy way out, or you go into the courtroom...
- You had the car in the wrong gear. - I did not!
I don't want to hear anymore about it!
It's not exactly the word I'd pick
Of course.
Don't seem human, does it?
Look who I brought!
Yes, sir. You are right about that. It only took me 6 days.
I bet there ain't one of them carrying on the way you doing.
Not me.
That's vulgar! Don't talk to me!
But you've heard him preach?
That won't be necessary.
But she got you thinking, didn't she?
You know how she sound, like her nose stuffed up.
Unless they rewrote the Constitution and didn't tell me, I still have rights!
He's stealing from me.
I'll go to the library on the streetcar.
Morning, Miss Daisy.
You are a terrible risk.
These millions are called upon...
Operate the lever.
I’m working on your lemonade, Miss Daisy
Thank you. I won't.
Why, Boolie, the idea!