Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Want to buy some soap?
I hate this family.
I thought you wanted to make enough to get a pair of flares.
Up next, the Okie, the humorous drifter from the Dust Bowl days.
I'm gonna fire them in the kiln.
♪ DJ in definition my man, DJ socks ♪ ♪ DJ, yeah, what?
Here you go.
You're not in this alone.
Butterfly, very nice.
Oh, good.
Oh, listen, kids.
Soaps, detergents, cleansers, everything, all comparably priced to what you'd find at any neighborhood grocery store, but it takes four to six weeks to be delivered.
How'd you wear the last pair out?
Come with me, Jerry, Blank.
I don't see you in a sandal.
Please don't make me go back over there.
Can't this wait forever?
Not for long.
Why would I do that?
I don't need you or your fancy shoes because I won't be going to your party tonight.
Did she come?
Now, the Okie, Jerry, feed off the desk.
Well, I know what rich isn't, and I'm looking at it.
Get to class.
Why don't you step into the stock room and pick out a fresh pair, Daisy?
Do you sell boots?
He wants me to come to his crummy poor party, but I want to go to a rich girl's party.
What happened to Daisy?
Family equals money.
You'll get them next time.