Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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