Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, ma'am.
Wait a minute, Bondy!
Those were his favorites.
You're a banker, and I'm a professional rich servant.
Mr. Knappett.
Where am I?
Oh, I was so sleepy, I forgot to change.
I don't have any friends.
Yes, you work cheap.
Well, doggie, Mr. Drysdale, why, you're the first city fella I ever seen with gumption enough to get going for a sun-up.
For a city boy, you move pretty good.
Snipers.
I see.
My Uncle Jed's already at the table.
There you are.
Who, me?
The stars are out.
Well, while we're waiting, sit down, and I'll give you a marshall.
The clowns have decided you're the best friend they've ever had.
Over my dead body!
You know, I was with him the day he foreclosed on the old soldier's home.
Now, that's where we're really in trouble.
Then I'll go down fighting!
Couldn't we just let the boy clean fish?
Probably the greatest husband and wife, yarb doctor and team in the history of medicine.
He was the meanest man I ever knew.
Worshipped your father.
Have you had your breakfast?
When do I start?
Have a nice trip back.
Well, Mr. Cratchit, how's Granny's hair pullers working?
Let's go try on this upper plate that Jed whittled for you.