Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thinkin' you'd make a hollerin' noise, too, if you was to lay egg like that.

I know you don't like it when I say that, but you like it when the young fellas around here come in saying it, and they will.

That's what kind of a cook I am.

I'll fetch it, Granny.

Great drive, those Oxford men.

My secretary should be over very soon.

You're getting too rough.

Why, she fit in just like one of the family.

Get up from there.

You are the most incompetent, insubordinate, belligerent group of domestics.

Makes you look taller.

Jethro, you swear to be telling the truth?

Well, he ain't president no more.

Pa just can't wait to commence gardening.

Guess it'll come down from there.

Sorry I couldn't stop before.

Oh, yes, indeed.

We'll run in and show Granny.

I don't think even Jethro would eat crickets.

And when your ma passed away, I just decided to turn you into a boy.

And just why does Cook need an axe?

It makes a kind of hollering noise.

Well, that's how come that big old pink chicken didn't get away from me!

Oh, it's my pleasure, Mr. Clavitt.

I'm a cook with a stove that don't brawl, food that's froze solid, chickens that can't be caught, eggs that can't be broke, and a smart, alecky city woman telling me my business.

They're only this big around.