Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Well, he went home to his mama.

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

His family lives a heap longer than most folks.

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

Well, do you like Kipling?

Granny, come quick!

Now, it ain't gonna hurt you none.

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

Thank you, Granny!

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

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

I must have complete quiet and concentration.

Guard it with your life.

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

You mean you really burn it?

What's going on?

Oh, that's all right.

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

Now here, you try.

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

She's not socially acceptable for my baby.

All right, Ellie.

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

Y'all come back now, dear.

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

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

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