Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, of course.
Oil the sewing machines and sweep up thread and stuff.
Oh, uh, excuse me, young fella.
You go on up and have your fitting.
Monsieur Drysdale, mademoiselle, Edouard Millard, madame.
Well, I figure first we'll all just look around and see what needs to be done.
Granny!
Take a snort of this.
Hey, Ma done her dressmaking in the back room of the house.
He is indeed fortunate to have you piloting a ship of finance into the harbour of security.
No, ma'am, granny.
Excuse me.
Your favorite, huh?
Who are you?
Tom, I don't want to work in no dress store.
We hardly ever have any cash.
And then meet me up in Mr. Drydale's office.
They're obviously gentle people.
That's a fact.
$12.50?
Mr. Glambin, may I have another snork?
Now, Miss Renie and her girls is taking a rescue to get fattened up.
What in tarnation would you want with that?
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.
Will you be safe?
Metro, I reckon you and me better go on home.
Set a spell.