Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- All right. I'll go look. - Don't leave me!
Please, stop!
Jack?
I'm making salad. Want me to make some for everybody?
Where's Mr. Christy?
Hey, hey. This is no dream. Come on, we're gonna get soaked.
That far? Okey-dokey. See you later.
Look at this mess! Here.
- You wanna give me a hand here? - Sure.
- Ready to go back to work? - Yeah.
- Right, just... - Can it, Cochise.
- Oh, God. - Come on, Ned.
Where are you? Hello.
My only child.
The year before those two others were killed.
You can call it quits.
It just keeps getting louder and louder.
- Drive careful. - I will.
So pretty.
Hello?
You got it?
Vitamin C is supposed to neutralize the nitrates or something.
- Is there anything we can do to help? - I'm looking for somebody.
- How can you hear in that wind? - It sounded like Brenda.
No.
He wasn't a very good swimmer.
It's all right. I'll take care of you. I used to work for the Christys.
Help, Mommy!
Come on Yanks you could do better than that.
You know, you're beautiful when you're angry, sweetheart.
- Does Maryann kiss as good as I do? - How would I know?
- Don't call him. - Thought you wanted to give him...
Jack? Neddy?
You get off a spaceship or something? Colombian gold. Grass. Hash. The weed.
Bill is out there!
How can you guys eat that? It looks like dead animals.
- Alice. Did the others show up? - Yeah, everybody except that girl Annie.
- Baltic Avenue. You owe me one boot. - Coming.
- I'll get it. I'll get it. - Get the money.
Come, dear.
You see, Jason was my son.