Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, but I don't, so hand it over.

Oh, well, I hope that won't be necessary.

You know very well I did.

Jed, gypsies is outdoor people.

Betwixt the froze ground and them stole, squallin' babies,

Or the coffin in the baggage coach ahead?

Because I ain't going to do no more toting.

I feel like a darn fool.

A dark, handsome man?

Not that way, you're liable to hit it head on.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

So the gypsies won't steal you.

There are three others in the family.

If Narda says a man is coming, he's a coming.

And threats won't work either.

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

I see money in your hand.

I'm a practical down-to-earth banker.

Are you sure gypsy men wear earrings?

Skillet, skillet in my hand, who's the fairest in the land?

How's that for service, Jed?

He's the hotline.