Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I'll tell him the truth.

They never go out.

I'm going to lie my way out.

You wanna come back now, dear?

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

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

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

What do I want to catch him for?

Well, what'll I cook?

I love surprises.

And we'll all hammer ourselves up.

Now, what are you youngins up to?

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

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

Just being near the ocean upsets them.

He's the greatest.

He's a wonderful man.

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

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

Them was the best grits ever.

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

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

Oh, cooking for company, that's what.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Oh, uh, would you mind turning around?

Well, I sure made a mess of that.

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

You look like something out of Tobacco Road.