Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take your shoes off.

Well, if you're gonna get so riled up, just call a doctor and tell him not to come.

That nice-looking young fella out of Maine's got in there.

I'll get you a chair.

And behave yourself.

You're the critter doctor?

Duke's been feeling poorly, and I didn't want him crawling under the house like he usually does where the Critter Doctor couldn't get to him.

I suppose he's married already.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

Granny, go home.

No, ma'am, Granny.

All right, all right.

Oh, now that's too bad.

Oh, Ellie Mae, let's put him back in here.

Well, it's such an odd name to call one's sister.

Granny, we don't need you no more.

We don't even know he's here to court Ellie, yet you scare him away before they said howdy.

You don't have to do no cooking.

I ain't good enough!

Good luck, boy.

Ah, what is it?

Well, that's the young fella you said to be nice to.

Let's go ask her.

Now, you get on out to the kitchen, and I'll talk to you directly.