Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you.
Help me!
Fetch my shotgun.
Huh?
Groundbreaking?
Any more?
Never.
Swimming pools.
Help me!
All right, there.
Let's sing her a welcome.
Oh, yes, Granny.
She stole my lumber!
Help me!
Down in my heart.
She's about to get some on-the-job training.
Help me!
This will make a dandy shelf.
When I bit into it, it kind of fought back.
Because the kind deed turneth away wrath, and pride goeth before a fall.
Good, but springy.
Help me!
This one here is for the shovel!
Then why don't she come over and apologize?
Help me!
May I?
I'm to blame.
I'll do what I can to hit her off, but I'm afraid the fat's in the fire.
I'll learn that little runt to bend my guns.
Mrs. Drysdale, I have apprehended the kleptomaniac, Ellie's chimp.
No more song, no more hymn.
Why, it's light as a feather.
We're marching into battle again the drive day over!