Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's alone now, Sam.

Well, why don't you play it safe?

Well, I don't remember everything word for word.

Christopher Marlowe wrote some of his most passionate poetry on butcher paper.

Come live with me and be my love.

Oh, you don't have to leave him there now, Ellie.

I ain't sure, but he said they could send me to the electric chair.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Well, that sounds simple enough.

Hey, that's quite a blaze you got going there.

I sure wish they'd hurry.

And we will all... Oh now, don't cut that out there.

Not as good as Sam's letters.

You're leaving me with the bear?

Take off your hat.

We... We mix a little of this here flash powder with honey and have the bear to swallow it.

This ain't no accident.

What's a trolley-nolley dictum?

Electric chair?

That's fair warning.