Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Nothing could be further from the truth.

And we'll all hammer ourselves up.

I'm going to lie my way out.

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

You wanna come back now, dear?

Well, what'll I cook?

They never go out.

Oh, cooking for company, that's what.

What do I want to catch him for?

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

Now, what are you youngins up to?

I'll tell him the truth.

He's a wonderful man.

Oh, uh, would you mind turning around?

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

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

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

Well, I sure made a mess of that.

Them was the best grits ever.

I love surprises.

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

He's the greatest.

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

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

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

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

Just being near the ocean upsets them.

You look like something out of Tobacco Road.