Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's enough now.

Now Bessie's sure upset.

There goes your dinner, Jed.

I'd like to use your telephone.

How they really get here is where the birds and the bees come in.

He's on the leash, and she cranks the organ.

There's a smell of perfume in the air.

Couldn't we save this talk till after, Vittles?

Well, I tried putting it in my boot, but it made me walk lopsided.

There's no challenge.

That's the third set of hinges he's going through this week.

Now, I ain't even sure you ought to be let out of the house.

I'll knock you off!

It was a good thing we decided to happen by.

Back in the jiffy.

I sure don't want to show up there with a bunch of beat-up old junk like that.

I can't go to be medium rare by now.

He's probably got his hands full taking care of paying customers.

Don't worry, ma'am.

Come out here and get ready for some good eating.

I ain't had nothing to eat since breakfast but a few bananas.

I want to show them the new restaurant Mr. Drysdale got me.

I ain't got one here.

Like they say, clothes makes the fry cook.

You've got a beautiful little spot here, loaded with atmosphere.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Howdy, Mr. Drysdale.