Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, Your Honor, three jugs.

I got to plead his case in front of Hittinger, Joe.

Good thinking, Granny.

Where is Ripley?

Oh, we had a dandy trip.

And I made that stuff you're sniffing.

That stuff is liquid dynamite.

We're going to make up for all that.

Of course not, he must be released immediately.

Good weather all the way.

You ought to be in the drunk tank.

Give me the phone.

A few sprinkles and a snow flurry, huh?

You mean you let that bear drink?

Oh, who's your friend, the mayor?

Say, Sam, do you know anything about a town called Ripley?

Yeah, and I'm getting the worst of it.

Now, Mr. Drysdale, to help you, I left my store and I rode 40 miles with a pig.

They were building a scaffold outside my cell.

I ought to undress you and put you to bed.

Drysdale, I'm Sam Drucker.

Wait a minute, Jed.

Yeah, and mister, you better hope he has good luck.

Remember, Jethro's been home.

He was laughing too hard.

Well as I understand it, he's sharing a cell with Ellie's bear in the Ripley jail.

That's mighty unfriendly of them.

Holy cow, a city feller and a banker.

You know anybody over there can help him?

Ooh, ooh, you have bad breath, dear child.