Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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