Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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