Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not for long.
Get to class.
I'm gonna fire them in the kiln.
I don't see you in a sandal.
How'd you wear the last pair out?
I don't need you or your fancy shoes because I won't be going to your party tonight.
Please don't make me go back over there.
Oh, good.
Why don't you step into the stock room and pick out a fresh pair, Daisy?
Family equals money.
You're not in this alone.
Did she come?
Up next, the Okie, the humorous drifter from the Dust Bowl days.
Come with me, Jerry, Blank.
Butterfly, very nice.
Oh, listen, kids.
I hate this family.
Soaps, detergents, cleansers, everything, all comparably priced to what you'd find at any neighborhood grocery store, but it takes four to six weeks to be delivered.
Want to buy some soap?
I thought you wanted to make enough to get a pair of flares.
Why would I do that?
Now, the Okie, Jerry, feed off the desk.
He wants me to come to his crummy poor party, but I want to go to a rich girl's party.
Well, I know what rich isn't, and I'm looking at it.
♪ DJ in definition my man, DJ socks ♪ ♪ DJ, yeah, what?
Do you sell boots?
You'll get them next time.
What happened to Daisy?
Here you go.
Can't this wait forever?