Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll be right back.
Yes.
In my condition, I'd never survive.
Take your shoes off.
It's gonna make Ellie's look sick.
Forget it, boy.
What was that?
May I ask you a question?
You don't have to tell me.
Wait till she sees the one that I'm making.
What's that, Ellie?
Once your home is a municipal art center, the people of Beverly Hills are responsible for its maintenance.
Get out of my golf club.
Dogs, they're sensitive to these things.
Should've left it on the truck, shouldn't I?
So don't be upset if you hear Mother tell a little white lie.
Whisper to Mother.
Well, you can count on us.
It slipped the ropes and rolled off the truck.
I've been holding this pose an awfully long time.
My wife's been here?
The people of Beverly Hills.
Do you mind if I take a break?
Sure, everything's got to be scrub-board clean.
Oh, while I'm going, would you like to roll my rock around by the cement pond?
Yes, ma'am?
I hadn't heard the clappers were moving.
He's a high muckety-muck when it comes to art.
Ain't this a doozy, Uncle Jed?
Go ahead.
Filled with what?