Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, that's just a warn I got from picking up toast.

What's going on?

Well, he went home to his mama.

Y'all come back now, dear.

Guard it with your life.

If you want the girls to stop and stare, put Granny's gravy on your hair.

You didn't throw him down and hurt him again, did you?

I'm telling you for the good of the country.

He said it was my charms that set him to burning.

No matter what fancy name you call it, he ain't very good at it.

She's not socially acceptable for my baby.

I'll be her Pygmalion, and she'll be my Galatea.

Oh, that's all right.

His family lives a heap longer than most folks.

The love charm you throwed on Sunny Drasdale was too strong for him!

I sure hate to have to do this, but...

Granny, come quick!

A nice rest in an oxygen tent is all you need.

Well, do you like Kipling?

I am Caesar, and you are a fair-skinned captive, the barbarian slave.

I must have complete quiet and concentration.

You mean you really burn it?

Thank you, Granny!

Oh, you are a challenge, you ravishing rustic, you child of nature.

I could be, the way that Sonny Drysdale is a sparkling hell he made.

Now here, you try.

That's why this stuff is working so high-fired powerful.

Now, it ain't gonna hurt you none.

All right, Ellie.