Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shocking, disgraceful.
Oh, you mean... Janet!
back home.
She was supposed to pick up my luggage.
I'd at least like the chance to say no.
Wait for me!
Well, it ain't your fault, Granny.
Yes.
You seem the ideal person.
Nothing gets her around like you messing around with her wheelbarrow.
Think of the baby condo who will soon occupy that incubator.
Pure spring water is all I ever drink.
Perhaps the flockmaster of the Glendale nest... Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Would you like me to stop at your house and bring your bag along?
The Beverly Hillbilly.
Oh, he must have got a hold of some more tonic.
B-b-b-but why?
If I didn't know better, I'd swear that little rascal had been tonic.
Helen May, will you tell that ape of yours to stop doing everything I do?
You received my message.
This is an errand of the utmost urgency.
I gotta rush home.
Stand at ease, Clockmaster Hathaway.
He ran up that tree just like a squirrel.
I'll go get some bottles and we'll commence to cork up what we got.
She ain't gonna get him with her cooking.
Granny said Dash was going to purple?
Oh, don't look at me.
Set a spell.
Ellie's chicken is playing the monkey's piano.
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.
That shrimp rock?
Did you two get married?
You, but... Thanks just the same, Granny, but I never partake of stimulants in any form.
Well, I'm all set to take Granny's tonic around the neighborhood.
While he is working the preservation of a condor...
Did she say anything about her tonic?
I'm sure this will help you decide.
If and when Dash Riprock proposes to Ellie, it'll be on account of love, and that's my final word.
Why am I running from my wife?