Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Me and ants don't get along.

Stuffed gopher.

We ain't used to doctors.

Is that what you told me in your suitcase?

They were crawling all over my sink.

Uh, how about going in there where I can sit down?

I'll carry you down them stairs.

Well, you're in for a feast tonight.

Granny, the doctor's done given me a brand new critter.

We through with you, he says.

No, that's another line I'd like to sell you.

Just place one of these roach pellets in a dark corner where they can get at it, and presto.

Now don't you forget Grandpa's expecting you for supper.

It's Jim Garrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

The environments have learned to open the back door.

But bug doctors gotta eat too, you know.

You mean... gopher?

I seen you coming from a window up yonder.

This has been a Filmways presentation.

Crispy and crunchy.

I'd had him over for this.

No, and I don't want to learn.

What did you say?

A thing like that can only happen in America.

Nobody wants you to.

Well, thank you anyway, Granny, but he ain't got no wife.

I ain't feed him.

I do care to relax.

Now, Ellie, that's a might nice-looking young fella at the door.

And who might that be?