Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll be back, I promise.

Uh, fly spray, mosquito ointment, moth cakes, roach pellets.

Granny and me are waiting in the kitchen.

Over my burning body.

Who's everybody?

Now, Granny, you listen to me.

Granny, you is good for nothing.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

I'll just throw myself out the window.

Oh, that's great.

Come on outside.

By the way, my name's Jim Gardner.

What you looking at, Granny?

Granny don't allow dogs in the bed.

If he comes courting on her regular, we'll end up with more violence than the zoo.

Oh, he's in the bedroom right at the top of the stairs.

But he might be just the beau we've been looking for for that girl.

It's coming along for suppertime, don't you want to get started fixing the fiddles?

You're just being a little unreasonable.

Say, on a 10% commission, if I sell $30,000 worth of bug spray, you're mine.

Are you telling me that I ain't fit to doctor a dog?

What did you say?

I got enough to take care of now.

He's a bug doctor.

He's gonna be all right.

It ain't Duke I want the Critter doctor to come see, you tell him he ain't.

Let's start with loaches.

That young fella wants to know, can he take you out for supper?

And if that ain't enough, he wants me to give a bath to fleas.