Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get a whiff of these.
He proposed... He didn't... Granny, I just talked to Mr. Drysdale.
Dear Grant, I hope you will come to Hooterville for Christmas, all of you.
I was holding it in my hand when I stuck my tongue in the light socket.
Not me.
Read your own mail.
We're glad to give you the pleasure.
It won't.
Get my gums out of the sterilizer and put them on me.
Look what he done to my very best... Annie!
Do you think you know more about it than the drummer that sold it to me?
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, I'll drive you down to the bank, and Miss Jane can drive you the rest of the way.
Shocking, vicious, sadistic.
Get me a couple of police dogs and some tear gas.
Spit it out, you hairy viper man!
Because I promised to marry both the Bradley girls.
Very glad.
Do you wanna learn to be a doctor or don't you?
Mr. Drysdale's going to be giving you breakfast in bed again.
Hillbilly, that is.
He popped the question.
Fact is, I wrote them on butcher paper.
What's that?
I should turn them over to the vice squad.
They need discipline.
Here's your friend, Mr. Drysdale.