Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He don't talk American.

What kind of a varmint is that?

Pitiful place, pitiful.

We've got a knob here marked on.

Come on, Skipper.

No wonder we couldn't find any water.

Well, we can take them over later.

Let's turn that and see what happens.

I'll see you later.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

I reckon if anybody can make a sailor leave his boat, it's Ellie Mae.

She said she didn't want no mink stole.

I don't see no high water mark on the house.

That's fine, Ellie.

I'll give her two of my special Christmas gift packs.

Finally, I'm going to teach her a lesson.

And I had the boat company deliver it and put it right in front of their door.

Granny, Christmas ain't no day to go lambasting Beverly Hills again.

It's as long as I come.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Skipper is ready, sir.