Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's right.
You're the next of kin, Jed.
Have a shim.
Now he's after Ellie!
Garbage?
Feels like a fur nightshirt.
You should have waited till the boy had his iron hat on.
I'm afraid you're too late.
Granny, I don't hardly think no dog could have... I don't want to talk about it, Jim.
I said stick to the road.
What's a siege?
She gets wrought up real easy.
This has been a Filmways presentation.
Yes, Mr. Faberge.
You scanty.
Hang them by the thumb, boy.
Help!
Oh, good, good.
Poor man, laying up there sick and no doctor.
How many years oaks?
What do you think, Granny?
I'm gonna get you for that.
Oh, and Jenkins, alert them that American millionaires are apt to be a bit eccentric, so we must indulge them.
We's gonna have dragon jowls tonight!
I trust this is not Mr. Drysdale approaching.
Uh-uh, no.
Jenkins, the gatekeeper has just rung through to say that our American family is approaching.
I say that's enough.
Have a shim, everybody.
It means you can't hurt me.
Man, I sure hope they got some dragon dogs around this castle.
I'm a damsel in distress!
I told you.