Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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