Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My doggie Granny, she was right.

You've got my word.

Having late Crick around will lead to nothing but trouble.

It'll cool you down. ♪

Is there like this, Mr. Drysdale?

I'd be honored to shake your hand.

Well, that sure is handy, eh?

Giving thanks, Mr. Brysdale, sir.

I'll say it ain't.

All right, let's all quit arguing with Granny so we can eat.

If that Leif Crick has dug me a root cellar, I'll jump back into the cement pond with an anvil in my arms.

Uh, if you put it that way, I'm afraid I can't take the job.

I seen it, but I can't believe it.

Two birds and a mule's tail.

Shouldn't you get some rest?

Went away and left me stranded.

Stop your granny.

I wouldn't want to get my son to go to meet suit all messed up.

I wish I could stay and see this joyous reunion between two old friends, but I must be getting back to the bank.

This calls for a cool head and warm feet.

You ought to get yourself married, son.