Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Who, me?
It's supposed to be your wedding, and they took the wedding gifts back...
Well, we'll use this one downstairs. That way we'll have full coverage.
- It's not much use to you now, is it? - No, I guess not.
to love her and cherish her as you do your own life...
I got it wrapped up here in this handkerchief.
I already told you, Pop. Crystal wanted a church wedding.
- We gonna be late. - I'm comin'.
The truck? We're not gonna take this broken-down truck on my wedding day.
Edgar, why'd don't you just admit that you want your toaster back?
Wishing you a Happy Birthday Leoroi from Fred G. Sanford
- And look here. - Stationery? A pen?
- To settle my stomach. - You mean a water glass full of gin.
It won't work. I give it two weeks.
- Come on, Crystal... - Take your hands off her!
- What's wrong with that? - Everybody will be laughing at us, Pop.
You're standing around here worrying about your dumb wedding presents.
- Bunch of jive niggers. - Pop!
take Crystal Simpson to be your lawful wedded wife...
No. I don't think so. I'm just going to bed.
Have you seen her tablecloth?
Black mayor ain't gonna help you forget. He got enough troubles of his own.
Now, wait a minute, Fred. That was a legitimate purchase.