Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

He's the greatest.

I'll tell him the truth.

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

Well, what'll I cook?

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

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

Just being near the ocean upsets them.

Them was the best grits ever.

Oh, uh, would you mind turning around?

He's a wonderful man.

You look like something out of Tobacco Road.

They never go out.

What do I want to catch him for?

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

You wanna come back now, dear?

Now, what are you youngins up to?

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

Oh, cooking for company, that's what.

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

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

Well, I sure made a mess of that.

And we'll all hammer ourselves up.

I love surprises.

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

I'm going to lie my way out.

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

Nothing could be further from the truth.