Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well...
Forgive me, dear.
Oh, no, ma'am.
You gonna make that tonic or ain't you?
Oh,
Why not?
Would you like to give her away?
Before she come along, Duke was feeling lower and a snake's belly and a wagon rut, but look at him now.
Black gold.
I reckon this must be the party that owns Cottonpatch.
No, I've come for my secretary.
Female company.
Milford, don't be crude.
It seems to me that critters ought to have the same right as people to pick their own company.
That you wore when you came a-courtin' Rose Allen.
Now I demand that Claude's bride be returned immediately.
The bridal suite!
Quick, Wilbur, and call the psychiatrist!
He missed the biggest part of her.
Denise, and this is my... Yes, yes, we've met.
Colette!
What?
Merci beaucoup.
He ain't never oiled them.
Where about you from?