Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

with no distinguishing physical characteristics.
What's the matter with his looks? What's his looks got to do with this?
We can make twenty-eight cents profit on every pound.
Morning. Sorry I'm late.
I'm comin' to join you, honey...
Oh, he'll be here, Pop. He's just a little late.
Lamont don't like you to soak it 'cause that slurpin' interferes...
- What's the matter? - Sounds like feeding time at the zoo.
Well, that is, my dad, he'd like to know where you acquired the copper.
Just take it somewhere and dump it. Somewhere nobody can find it.
Yeah, this is Fred Sanford. Sanford.
Get in the truck.
Fred Sanford here. You say you need to unload some copper?
it's to be cool like me.
Well, son, you find out what's wrong?
I'm covering up this copper so nobody can see it.
I'm going to lose the place of business, and I'm going to jail.
No foolin'. I'm gonna go down to the basement and check the pipes.
All right.
Okay, then let's hear your way.
I thought you went to the dentist.
- What did I tell you? - I could've had the organ, but no.
What I mean to say, he's getting 'em in shape so they're nice and firm.
All right. See, you have to start bringing in better stuff to sell.
Yeah, come over here a little bit. Yeah, they gettin' firm, Kelly.
I'm out of 40 bucks, and I'm sitting here with my dummy son.
- Here you are. - Bless you.
- What? - I said okay!