Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That dog is Ed, your cousin.

Same here, Mr. Domicile.

I'll hold your pole while you man up.

I know you miss the old master, but if Mr. Favisham finds you on this bed, he'll be in a snit.

And listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

That ain't the way it's done around a castle.

Satisfell, take your shoes off.

You don't quite understand.

Whitewashed it?

I ain't gonna listen to no such talk.

Slipped my mind, too.

If you want to save him, keep him away from her.

They brought in an army doctor.

Ed, I've been looking all over the castle for you.

Yeah, but I think you folks ought to stop calling him that.

Oh, please, I mean... Frithy, sire, don't do that.

Oh, wouldn't you rather I called you Major?

Ellie done hit me in the head with an axe.

What's that dog gnawing on?

Yeah, a rotten doctor.

Oh, here you are, Bradshaw.

It's Mr. Furbisham calling from the castle.

I ain't never been dragon hunting before.

Have trouble, boy?

What's he doing in that chinsuit, stealing folks?

Is he all right, Ellie?