Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I see a tall, sensitive youth with a great capacity for love.
Jethro.
Love, love, love.
Let go.
That guru's on the way to jail.
With your money in the bank of Bangalore?
Viacom.
Granny!
Howdy.
You tear a hole in Granny's best sheet and you feel pain?
That's one of a herd of hillbillies who live in the mansion next door.
Well, I'll tell you what you do, boy.
Yes, I'll have Miss Hathaway make arrangements for your transport.
This will take out stains.
Well, now, of course, now, that's for a worldwide license.
Yonder she is.
Milburn will never let me go.
How much?
You don't think Milburn had been drinking, do you?
Oh, Milburn, you're wonderful!
You stand now possessed of new power.
Can you think of my head as a watermelon?
I know it's expensive.
Boy, when you see what I got waiting for you in a parlor, you won't want to waste your time with her.
Come in, loving uncle.
The kinfolk said, Jed,
Come in.
Good in the United States, Canada, and Mexico.
Where's India?
Sweet bliss.
Do buses have steerage, class?
Oh, it's you, Margaret.
Your dowry?
Well, he was hanging upside down in my arbutus.
Oh, but that includes such bonus extras as your own personal meditation mat, a float trip down the Ganges, a moonlight tour of the Taj Mahal.