Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's been tarnished.
Diddle Schmiddle.
Oh, Commander Biddle, I see you found an incubator.
Forget it.
If you fall, that ape won't have a father!
Kid, you old apple knocker.
You or me?
No, I'm not!
Supremus Calorum Imperator!
Yes.
Well, I'm not at all sure that I do, but I still want him to ask me.
Congratulations, Chief Paul.
Neither one of you is going to tote the tonic because I ain't got enough tonic to tote.
All that the crested jay from his perch contains, the wild Corvus Brachyrhynchus.
Well, there's no use fussing over what we can't have.
Okay, okay.
A little of my spring tonic will have you feeling sprightly again.
Oh, yes.
Nature's champagne.
Greetings, dear friends.
She can have mine.
So has my wife.
I think what she's riling about is the dog jumping in her wheelbarrow.
But I don't dare leave him up there with Ellie.
We must make arrangements for the sitter.