Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's not my friend.
It's not my fault.
Mr. Cratchit, do you want the doors of this bank to close?
And if I look back and see that bear driving, you're in big trouble.
If I was to turn him loose, is he the kind of a banker that would run off with my wife?
Just wait till I find him.
What station do I tune in?
You don't mean old vinegar Joe Johnson, the hand judge.
You alcoholics all alike, you never learn.
I am wise, Doc.
Yeah, Granny, that's over in Jasper County.
His name is Fairchild.
You've railroaded me this far, but you're not dumping me into an unmarked grave.
Well, in this case, a vagrant is someone who doesn't work.
Oh, but you will.
Mr. Drysdale?
A bear?
Well, now that's more like it.
Well, whoever you spoke to, I'm sure they gave you the word.
He was a worker.
I recollect Sam Drucker looking out the window and saying he's seen a bear driving a truck.
He's done turned Bessie into a short order cook, and now he's going to have my buyer own a chain gang.
So you're a fisherman, are you?
Well, apparently you weren't too happy with the chief's cooking.