Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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