Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We got this whole house to get clean.
Well, let me see them.
Hardly appropriately, sir.
They sure talk it fair.
Come on.
Inspection?
You are never to address me as Arthur.
I'm gonna up his rent.
Fancy dresser.
I just shoot it all down.
That's Jethro toting your bag.
I have committed myself to the challenging task of shaping you into a proper staff.
Somebody went and stole every single one of them signs we put up.
A golden opportunity.
Doctor on duty.
Well, I did, Granny.
Sure did.
Border?
And them eight gallons of bone milk I churned.
Why not?
Ellie Mae, quit playing with your critters and get busy.
Wait a minute, Jethro, I'll help you.
The drive's stale, sir.
Mrs. Drysdale.
Telling me?
Stop complaining.
How did you get up there?
Well, Mr. Pinkney, like I said to Granny, ain't no call to inspect you.
That explains a few things.
We got a dandy room for you and plenty of riddles, and all the critters you can pet.
Welcome.
Grits every meal.
Hillbilly, that is.