Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I feel terrible, Pop. I got butterflies in my stomach...
And that'll be the last time you give somebody somethin' across the lips.
Let's eat some of this food here.
- What are we gonna do? - Listen, we'll take the truck.
Hazel, you never looked sweeter.
That was a nice service, Reverend Trimble.
I already told you. They're not supposed to mix with us until after the wedding.
Just settle down. Here's the ring right here.
No, look, if you don't want to stop, just slow down. We'll get in.
I'm gonna take her skinny legs and tie 'em up in a knot.
You know good and well you didn't buy that toaster.
But I got this.
Get away from old sourpuss over there.
Y'all don't have to worry no more. Everything is cool now.
We're gonna stay with you right until the day...
Hazel, how would you like one across your lip?
You have brought rings...
- Here. Have some. - I don't want nothing to eat.
If I hit you, I bet your lips get to the hospital before the ambulance.
Throwing my life away? Pop, I'm not Harry Belafonte.
Ain't nobody marryin' nobody.
- by Mama's Kitchen around the corner. - Oh, just get in the truck.
- and we could take a little vacation. - Vacation, yeah!
You're all behaving just... just like children!
I thought you'd like it.
- Know what I mean? - Yeah.
Just a waste of money, that's what it is.
I'll tell you the truth. I was gonna ask about these sheets.
- Well, I don't know. - It's supposed to be with the presents.
- Everything gonna be all right. - Everything goes wrong.