Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You wait here, I'll go and see Mr. Drydale.

I'm trying to figure out if I can convert these into snowshoes.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Now, what are you youngins up to?

Well, I sure made a mess of that.

You wanna come back now, dear?

Oh, uh, would you mind turning around?

They never go out.

I ain't worth the powder to blow me up with.

I'll tell him the truth.

That poor little old woman is feeling lower than a fat frog in a dry well.

I'd love to bring him, but he has dinner planned on his yacht and I have to do what he wants.

Well, he's still the same kind of man, isn't he?

I love surprises.

I'm going to lie my way out.

Oh, cooking for company, that's what.

What do I want to catch him for?

Them was the best grits ever.

I... I, um... Mr. Van Ranselhoff's date tonight.

Just being near the ocean upsets them.

Oh, we're gonna have a-doin' for the folks next door.

Well now, we must do something to cheer her up.

He's a wonderful man.

Well, it was foolish of me to forget this, but they're rather susceptible to seasickness.

You look like something out of Tobacco Road.

I'll always be grateful to Drysdale for... By the way, why aren't the Drysdales here?

And we'll all hammer ourselves up.

He's the greatest.

Well, what'll I cook?