Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, this wasn't no toad.

Wait until those doctors hear this.

Every time I went to looking for it, somebody always come to the door.

Still sleeping it off, huh?

Well, it might not be good for you, Margaret.

Oh, just letting it pile up on her, huh?

Well, that's more or less up to the animals, but the number I want to start with is a couple of goats, three pigs, four cows, a bull, a mule, and a dozen chickens.

Mrs. Drysdale must be in terrible shape, fighting mean, scratching and clawing people and everything.

Clean over the top of Elverny Bradshaw's clothesline.

Take your shoes off.

She has to have fresh goat's milk every half hour to stop the burning.

Can I get you something?

Besides, I adore the fragrance of that jasmine that grows on the fence of that tennis court next door.

I'll bet we're the only family in Beverly Hills that ain't got a mule.

No, sir, I didn't.

Now, if I can call you by your first name, Jethro, surely you can do the same for me.

She is not receiving.

It's the first time I ever bought stock on the telephone.

Are you doing the washing and the cleaning and the cooking for her?