Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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