Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Somebody's Already using The pool table.
To good neighbors Like yourself,
Yeah, my mother's a saint!
I just had lunch with miss Howe's former college classmate,
I'm looking At your soul.
Clifford, would you Tell this gentleman,
[Whistle blows]
Sam: hey, hey, Boys, boys?
Out of his branches.
But, ma! Ma, you can't Do this!
As much for you As i am for myself.
[House creaks]
Ah, man, we're Out of luck--
And your mother Won't listen.
You are not gonna Run the clavins Off our land.
You never paid me Back that million From last week.
Well, look at the result-- You're a very polite young man.
I looked all around, And suddenly
At what point In your life
Now, i've tried everything. He won't budge.
Yeah.
All right, Just a minute.
Well, i'm afraid You're gonna have to.
Please, we're not Selling our house?
We'll find a lawyer.