Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, we commence with the figure 200.
He ain't a bad sort.
Go talk to Granny.
Single-handed.
If he hadn't been drinkin' for 150 years, it'd killed him.
Well, I sure do thank you, Colonel Blaker.
Come on, Jethro, let's go home.
But I ain't finished ciphering Granny's problem.
Hear me out, dear lady.
I'm not going near that nutty little broad.
It was the war between the North and the USA.
When Granny hears the story of my heroism and sacrifice,
That's Jethro's pacifier.
Over snow-capped mountains.
Chief, you can't fool Granny with those phony bloodstains.
Boy takes to siphoning like a mule to millet.
Until at last, we had a rendezvous with death.
This is the flower of Southern womanhood.
He's a fine boy, Colonel.
He'll have her whooped in no time at all.
I'm sorry.
Now, when do I go back to the Culpeper Plantation and start shooting?
The proudest moment of her life was when she captured General Ulysses S. Grant.
Now then, here we is dealing with years.
Granted.
No, thank you, Ellie.
She will garland my brow with a victory wreath.
And he was giving him advice.