Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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