Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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