Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you want? I'm up 8 cents.
This dumpster monkey is lying.
The same work that kept your mother in JC Penney skirts...
Look at him. He loves to shoot!
Right, you want my medals. Okay, I'll give them to you.
And I can't deny him anything in the world. No, I can't.
Doing it for the baby.
Cotton Hill, I DO not know what I hate more about you.
Grandpa, I was wondering when I would get to see you.
- I'm sorry, who is this? - I'm his son.
sixty and three... Go away, you. These are my cans.
A week? Why didn't you call?
But I do. I'll smoke them.
Cotton Hill, I do not know what I hate more about you.
- Where's my dad? - He had to work.
Dad, I could talk to Buck Strickland...
He is making his wife and your little brother...
I ain't no stink-house porter.
This hobo took three cans from my pile.
and having this little fellow.
My pension barely covered me and the woman.