Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mama, I'll be right out...
You are a terrible risk.
Do I ever?
Somebody has bombed the temple.
I'll go to the library on the streetcar.
Unless they rewrote the Constitution and didn't tell me, I still have rights!
...and my gain down here...
Not me.
You are a doodle, Mama!
Either choose the easy way out, or you go into the courtroom...
No, sir, I don't expect I'll miss it that much.
Nine bam!
R!
So I said, "Fine, Mrs. Harris, just fine, thank you."
It's 7:16!
Yes, sir. You are right about that. It only took me 6 days.
But you've heard him preach?
- You the boss. - Don't talk to me!
I’m working on your lemonade, Miss Daisy
...but I am still in control of what goes on in my car!
...and Lord knows I need a job.
That's vulgar! Don't talk to me!
No, she's all there!
We can't stay.
They fixed crab for me.
Morning, Miss Daisy.
I'll stop by tomorrow evening.
Besides, it sounds like she needs me.
I missed my breakfast and I'm late to a meeting...
I was 12.
This is my car, officer.
You know how she sound, like her nose stuffed up.
I bet there ain't one of them carrying on the way you doing.
- You fixing to ruin it. - What are you talking about?
...and your wife to the beauty parlor?
Don't seem human, does it?
I'm not crying.
I worked for Judge Harold Stone, a Jewish gentleman.
Of course.
Yer a doodle Momma!
- I saw an Avondale milk truck. - Is that right?
Thank you. I won't.
We're low on silver polish, too.
And the last letter?
Operate the lever.
You backed the car into the Pollack's yard.
That won't be necessary.
I couldn't help it. There's a big mess up yonder.
But she got you thinking, didn't she?
Why, Boolie, the idea!
It's not exactly the word I'd pick
Two dot.
- You had the car in the wrong gear. - I did not!
It sure does!
Now what you think I am, Miss Daisy?
Hoke!
No, ma'am.
These millions are called upon...
Look who I brought!
The invitation to this dinner...
"Er." That is the last part. "Bauer!"
He's stealing from me.
And Werthan Industries believes that what we want is what Atlanta wants.
1888! You were nothing but a little bitty thing.
I can get it myself!
Lord, there he was. Hanging up yonder in the tree.
You're a lucky old woman.
I don't want to hear anymore about it!