Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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