Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hooray!
Oh, yes.
Dark, handsome men don't grow on bushes.
He just don't know your ways like I do.
For fellow gypsy Cadillac cost, $90.
Hooray!
Very simple, my son.
It's a gypsy!
I see love, romance.
Hooray!
She's not only conjuring me up a fella, but she furnished a fiddle player to put him in the mood when he gets here.
Please don't take offense, but you bear a striking resemblance to my husband.
Wait till I get you home.
Now, you sure they'll leave?
How do I look, Jed?
How many fingers I got, Jed?
Hooray!
Go ahead and play.
Those are my very rich hillbillies.
Well, you'll catch on in a hurry.
Oh, I'm so happy.
Yes, yes, but how do we get it?
I see him.
Striking is exactly the right word.
Jericho, my son, where are you going?
Did you call off the spill?
What's the matter, Granny?
Granny's got a catfish scar.
He will marry her.
Well, happy hexing!