Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's nothing but a nitpicker, a busybody.
I reckon you beat her up regularly.
It'll look much better when I pomade it and comb it.
Dad, I think he left the folders on too long.
Chief, your father can't beat you.
You see, I didn't want to turn on the lights and wake my wife.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
And stop bothering Granny, and all the Clappetts!
The moon is shining.
Not Dad.
You go right ahead.
Just for that, I helped the clappers stay in the fifth floor for a year.
Now get up and win this one for the old jipper.
You haven't got a chance.
I think this fella needs psychiatry.
Dentist, doctor, surgeon, barber, obstetrician, you name it, she does it.
Well, it's better than getting wiped out.
You know, he even had the nerve to ask me if you belong to the Teeth Whittler's Union or the Harness Mender's Guild.
Are you calling me out, Drysdale?
Now stay here, mister.
They used to call me Brick.
But I sure am sleepy.
Why's that fellow want us out of the building?
I hope Mr. Drysdale will find my work pleasing.
Oh, no, no.
Cleaned them out.
Well, don't worry, Granny.
You're in this too.
Let's go out tonight and live it up!
I thought I had a picture of him around.