Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No matter what fancy name you call it, he ain't very good at it.

Now, it ain't gonna hurt you none.

I'll be her Pygmalion, and she'll be my Galatea.

I could be, the way that Sonny Drysdale is a sparkling hell he made.

A nice rest in an oxygen tent is all you need.

Y'all come back now, dear.

Well, do you like Kipling?

That's why this stuff is working so high-fired powerful.

All right, Ellie.

You mean you really burn it?

Oh, that's all right.

Oh, that's just a warn I got from picking up toast.

You didn't throw him down and hurt him again, did you?

He said it was my charms that set him to burning.

Well, he went home to his mama.

What's going on?

I must have complete quiet and concentration.

Granny, come quick!

I sure hate to have to do this, but...

His family lives a heap longer than most folks.

The love charm you throwed on Sunny Drasdale was too strong for him!

I'm telling you for the good of the country.

If you want the girls to stop and stare, put Granny's gravy on your hair.

Guard it with your life.

Now here, you try.

Oh, you are a challenge, you ravishing rustic, you child of nature.

Thank you, Granny!

I am Caesar, and you are a fair-skinned captive, the barbarian slave.

She's not socially acceptable for my baby.