Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because I don't know.

For five years, I've been trying to rid the neighborhood of that blight.

This curse is complimentary to build goodwill.

Here's your dollar, though.

I will read her palm again.

I'll give you five dollars.

But we only want to tell you there is no gypsy curse on this house.

Come on, Ellie.

What is it that's going to happen, Granny?

Well, I'm ready for him.

Has my dark, handsome stranger come yet yet?

Swimming poons, movie stars.

What do you say to that?

Spell or no spell, I can't marry you.

They ain't turning nobody away from my door without I know what they want.

Oh, you're my only baby boy and I love you.

And on you, my son.

Three tea leaves, brew special potion.

You get a line and I'll get a pole, honey.

You don't know these people like I do.

Mama, rich lady must not try to cheat poor gypsies.

But you got a dollar to tell me the future.

A big bastard, two hundred and thirty pound limbs.