Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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