Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She has to have fresh goat's milk every half hour to stop the burning.

Wait until those doctors hear this.

Every time I went to looking for it, somebody always come to the door.

Oh, this wasn't no toad.

I'll bet we're the only family in Beverly Hills that ain't got a mule.

Now, if I can call you by your first name, Jethro, surely you can do the same for me.

She is not receiving.

It's the first time I ever bought stock on the telephone.

Well, that's more or less up to the animals, but the number I want to start with is a couple of goats, three pigs, four cows, a bull, a mule, and a dozen chickens.

Oh, just letting it pile up on her, huh?

No, sir, I didn't.

Mrs. Drysdale must be in terrible shape, fighting mean, scratching and clawing people and everything.

Clean over the top of Elverny Bradshaw's clothesline.

Are you doing the washing and the cleaning and the cooking for her?

Still sleeping it off, huh?

Well, it might not be good for you, Margaret.

Besides, I adore the fragrance of that jasmine that grows on the fence of that tennis court next door.

Take your shoes off.

Can I get you something?