Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait a minute.
Mr. Trenton, it was possible.
And it's you that give them the three keys to perdition.
She don't belong to you yet.
You shall enjoy it.
Why, I'm so ashamed.
And I say to you, if satisfaction is not... Colonel, come down off your stump.
Well, his hands tell the time.
Colonel Foxhall, Colonel Gaylord Mayerwither Foxhall at your service, sir.
Can we have us that man-to-man talk?
I don't know.
Emmeline!
Oh, Mr. Clayton, I trust you.
Howdy.
See that little mouse with them short britches and them yellow gloves?
Well, I want to get back here in time for Machoa's.
Mr. Drysdale, you do lack imagination.
He ain't showing off today.
Said so herself.
A bathing suit?