Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A week. We're staying over to the VFW. We love it there.
Welcome to Burton's.
Now, give me $300.
One bullet? Damn it, Dale.
Yeah, they won't be building any sand castles...
COTTON: Are you chewing my shorts? HANK: What in the...
Right this way.
I'm just gonna leave your uniform on this bar stool...
What! I needs them medals.
You owe me a Cadillac car.
Just taught the boy how to fire a gun.
- I've got a $20 on me. - $20?
Without your father's medals the whole authentic concept didn't work.
She knows what time dinner is.
Sixty and one smashed, sixty and two smashed...
- and I'm happy to help you out. - It ain't help.
And, Cotton, can I borrow your war medals for my float, please?
So you're my Uncle Burt's new hire. Now, this is your stool.
Never came to bed. What the...
and the Brooklyns are very good with him. I've seen it.
six and ten, six-eleven.
Mr. Burton, are you a fan of World War ll heroes?
Them three cans was my cans. I smashed them myself.
and whatever else they gave him for killing all those Japanese.
I need some "me" time to do the laundry.