Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dog, you're a magician.
Okay.
Pull a racket out of your hat!
Do you have a 50-cent piece?
My golly, I didn't think he'd take losing Jethro so hard.
He's got $50 million.
Sure did, Ellie.
Thank you, sir.
Hillbilly, that is.
Observe, ladies and gentlemen.
One day it's a rocket scientist and the next day it's a fry cook.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, with the aid of my brilliant young assistant, I shall cause this vessel of solid metal to vanish before your eyes.
Dr. Jet, write the check!
Yeah.
It is worth conservatively $100,000.
Not on stage, no.
Time he learned to trade, like barrel making or blacksmithing.
Ladies and gentlemen, that there is such a good trick, I'm going to save it till last.
Yes, your uncle ties the equipment.
I haven't the price of a meal.
I guarantee you.
You're greening me.
This cabinet can produce what?
A magician does not sell the secrets that have brought him fame and fortune.
I never did like polka dots.
Yes, sir.
Well, there's just a big old mess of...
Me?
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
There ain't no beautiful maiden in here.