Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You towed him, Ellie.
Fabulous.
I'll go and see Mr. Drysdale.
Come on now.
It's perfectly safe to look out through the bars.
Ella Mae, you go in there and surrender.
I reckon that Drysdale's got him!
All clear.
Not until late this evening.
I wouldn't want to be the man who opens up that door.
This here will save you shopping.
Tell me about Napoleon.
Talk fast!
You know something, Ellie?
Well, I reckon we'll have to call her on the telephone.
You lock on the door and you yell to him inside that it's you.
Why, we might never have known that Mr. Drysdale here was a fine gentleman from Tennessee.
Tell me, ever hear of the Moses family?
He said it was feuding.
Kind of ragged, though.
It's me, Ravenswood.
Come on, Jethro.
They even had a wedding dance and he joined in the fling.
Texas tea.
Run, you yellow botkin!