Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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