Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Think they could make them any size? Like the size of a quarter if they want?
So somebody, I assume, genetically engineered these ponies.
Me?
You don't understand. I've never paid full fare.
Let's pick it up right there.
I thought maybe they had changed the rules or something.
...if the Army hadn't closed that base in Sarasota.
Imagine that.
...I never saw one of them sitting on a pony.
He was a beautiful pony, and I loved him.
I guess because so many people have left in the middle of his conversation.
- And what time is the funeral? - Two o'clock.
- I'll get it. - I'll get it.
The bet's off. I'm not going to do it.
Well, why ponies? What are we doing with them?
- Should I pick up? - Do you want me to get that?
How was I to know she had a pony?
No, they just left.
I mean, what can I do that's not wasting it?
Let's go, pop. White belt, white pants, white shoes, get in the back.
- Who'd you talk to? - Uncle Leo.
Not necessarily.