Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Them was the best grits ever.

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

Now, what are you youngins up to?

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

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

You look like something out of Tobacco Road.

You wanna come back now, dear?

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

Oh, uh, would you mind turning around?

Well, what'll I cook?

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

He's a wonderful man.

Just being near the ocean upsets them.

They never go out.

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

What do I want to catch him for?

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

I'm going to lie my way out.

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

Nothing could be further from the truth.

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

He's the greatest.

Well, I sure made a mess of that.

I love surprises.

And we'll all hammer ourselves up.

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

I'll tell him the truth.

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

Oh, cooking for company, that's what.