Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Put the truck away, Jethro.
You're a knight!
Oh, Granny, I see you have some tonic.
He was such an excellent chauffeur.
The Countess von Holstein.
I know, we gotta get our lasses first.
Oh, forgive me, Your...
My lye soap will kill anything.
Oh, there's more to it than that.
Another time for me.
I found my bride at last.
Oh, my faithful and expensive secretary is yours to command.
Oh, speaking of money, Mr. Drysdale, I'll be needing some.
And if she gets picked, don't you come crying to me, and that's all I'm gonna say.
Jed, that countess didn't fly no 6,000 miles for my gravy.
Where's Marie?
I ain't the one that's gonna catch it.
He grabbed his wife and went to hugging and kissing again.
Yes, ma'am.
But it ain't a what-not shop neither.
You're a knight!
Are they content?
That's right.
But the sign on the front said drugstore.
I wouldn't have had to take you to the drugstore.
All she needs is a mop.
Don't you worry.
Oil, that is.
I accidentally locked myself in the wine cellar.
Will you stop nibbling on me?
Such a vital, stimulating man.
I was halfway home and she come running after me, yelling and screaming.
Oh!