Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If that Leif Crick has dug me a root cellar, I'll jump back into the cement pond with an anvil in my arms.

You ought to get yourself married, son.

I wouldn't want to get my son to go to meet suit all messed up.

Is there like this, Mr. Drysdale?

This calls for a cool head and warm feet.

Having late Crick around will lead to nothing but trouble.

My doggie Granny, she was right.

I'll say it ain't.

All right, let's all quit arguing with Granny so we can eat.

Giving thanks, Mr. Brysdale, sir.

You've got my word.

Two birds and a mule's tail.

Shouldn't you get some rest?

I wish I could stay and see this joyous reunion between two old friends, but I must be getting back to the bank.

Went away and left me stranded.

I'd be honored to shake your hand.

Stop your granny.

Uh, if you put it that way, I'm afraid I can't take the job.

I seen it, but I can't believe it.

It'll cool you down. ♪

Well, that sure is handy, eh?