Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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