Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They need discipline.
Because I promised to marry both the Bradley girls.
I should turn them over to the vice squad.
Fact is, I wrote them on butcher paper.
Very glad.
Look what he done to my very best... Annie!
It won't.
He proposed... He didn't... Granny, I just talked to Mr. Drysdale.
Shocking, vicious, sadistic.
He popped the question.
Hillbilly, that is.
Spit it out, you hairy viper man!
I was holding it in my hand when I stuck my tongue in the light socket.
We're glad to give you the pleasure.
Mr. Drysdale's going to be giving you breakfast in bed again.
Do you think you know more about it than the drummer that sold it to me?
Do you wanna learn to be a doctor or don't you?
Dear Grant, I hope you will come to Hooterville for Christmas, all of you.
Yes, ma'am.
Not me.
Get me a couple of police dogs and some tear gas.
Get my gums out of the sterilizer and put them on me.
Get a whiff of these.
What's that?
Here's your friend, Mr. Drysdale.
Oh, I'll drive you down to the bank, and Miss Jane can drive you the rest of the way.
Read your own mail.