Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I... I, um... Mr. Van Ranselhoff's date tonight.

Well, what'll I cook?

I'd love to bring him, but he has dinner planned on his yacht and I have to do what he wants.

Well, he's still the same kind of man, isn't he?

Oh, uh, would you mind turning around?

And we'll all hammer ourselves up.

I ain't worth the powder to blow me up with.

I'm trying to figure out if I can convert these into snowshoes.

That poor little old woman is feeling lower than a fat frog in a dry well.

I love surprises.

Oh, we're gonna have a-doin' for the folks next door.

He's the greatest.

You wanna come back now, dear?

Them was the best grits ever.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

I'll tell him the truth.

Now, what are you youngins up to?

Well, it was foolish of me to forget this, but they're rather susceptible to seasickness.

Oh, cooking for company, that's what.

You look like something out of Tobacco Road.

Just being near the ocean upsets them.

I'll always be grateful to Drysdale for... By the way, why aren't the Drysdales here?

What do I want to catch him for?

He's a wonderful man.

I'm going to lie my way out.

You wait here, I'll go and see Mr. Drydale.

They never go out.

Well now, we must do something to cheer her up.

Well, I sure made a mess of that.