Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That man must be a real degenerate.

How's it there?

If he runs into something, the whole countryside will hear from him.

You're trying to ruin me so you can have the clamp of fortune in your bank.

There are two kinds of men he don't like, and you're both of them.

The bear drinks?

Sorry Miss Jane, but Ellie sets great store by them critters.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crew.

Now then, Mr. Cratchit, where is Mr. Drysdale?

Oh, of course not.

Well, you'll get a trial just as soon as Joe gets back.

But you're not out of the woods yet.

Oh, he's gonna be mean when he gets back.

He's the postmaster and the justice of the peace.

I don't even know what you're talking about.

Whereabouts is he, Miss Jean?

I learned him how to drive so he could spell Mr. Drysdale at the wheel.

Possession of a dangerous wild animal jeopardizing the lives of peaceful citizens.

Is that the degenerate criminal I had to give up my fishing trip for just when the bass started biting?

I want her alive!

Yes, sir, we gotta get him out right away.

Don't you catch cold, you handsome rascal, you?

The judge is up the river and he's up the creek.

Oh now Fred, Judge Johnson ain't so bad.

I'm looking for a fellow by the name of Drysdale.

Transporting moonshine.

Nice try, Bobby.

I'd be proud to.

So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Oh, knock it off.

Good luck, Sam.

Let me approach the bench.

I can't waste the county's money on that.

Hear ye, hear ye.

Oh, don't you hit me, I'll sue.