Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, while I'm going, would you like to roll my rock around by the cement pond?
Dogs, they're sensitive to these things.
So don't be upset if you hear Mother tell a little white lie.
Once your home is a municipal art center, the people of Beverly Hills are responsible for its maintenance.
Filled with what?
He's a high muckety-muck when it comes to art.
Take your shoes off.
I've been holding this pose an awfully long time.
Sure, everything's got to be scrub-board clean.
Ain't this a doozy, Uncle Jed?
You don't have to tell me.
Wait till she sees the one that I'm making.
What's that, Ellie?
It slipped the ropes and rolled off the truck.
Yes, ma'am?
My wife's been here?
Yes.
Go ahead.
It's gonna make Ellie's look sick.
May I ask you a question?
I hadn't heard the clappers were moving.
Whisper to Mother.
Should've left it on the truck, shouldn't I?
Do you mind if I take a break?
What was that?
Get out of my golf club.
In my condition, I'd never survive.
Well, you can count on us.
The people of Beverly Hills.
I'll be right back.
Forget it, boy.