Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Two.
Yeah, well... He plucked 27 chickens.
Miss Holloway, if you'll stay, I'll give you a $5 raise effective immediately.
You're going to fire rockets?
Yes, Jethro, I have hopes of you becoming a folk singer.
Well, I reckon he couldn't wait.
Oh, Mr. Klamet.
I'll just be a moment, and I assure you I'll give a much better performance with my own guitar.
T minus 10 seconds and count!
The boy's got a lot of talent.
I wanna get up in space and back down quick.
Hillbilly, that is.
Well, Jack, this is kind of important.
And hopefully accompany yourself on the guitar.
Oh, yes, indeed.
You wait right here.
Don't forget, there's been 27 chickens done laid down their lives.
I'm going to have a hard enough time just eating lunch.
I'm gonna be a star.
I'm going back to work for that martinet, Mr. Drysdale.
Just can't find a replacement.
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.
Miss Hathaway, wait!
Ain't Ellie doing a good job?
Oh, boy...
Well, that's just it.
Yeah, boy, you're going on television and everything.
Isn't that pretty?
Maybe I ought to have more of that, what do you call it, publicity.
Where's your sense of humor?
Not so fast.