Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can tell you something We used to do on the farm.

Jim: hey, cliff, Remember me?

Excuse me. Is there A cliff clavin here?

So can we do this In private?

Yeah, ma. Yeah, it really does!

Ma, it is not working!

And they're Not gonna touch This house either!

Cliff's locked himself In the house.

And hold it over The woman's stomach.

Family, And our memories.

I'll talk to him. I'll see what I can do.

I will give it To you.

Come on, ma, you're The one who taught me

I even carved My first slingshot

Well, interestingly Enough,

I looked In his eyes.

[Voices drowned out]

As a matter of fact, no.

Come on, ma. They wouldn't Do that, would they?

You know, Back where I come from,

With her knees Bolted together?

A clavin cannot Be bought off!

I peeled off His black rubber Raincoat.

Or "bubba" or something?

Well, who in his Right mind wouldn't...

200 And--oh, my god, We're rich!

So does anyone know what College ours went to?

Does mr. Peterson know What this is about?

And then i'm gonna Call my wife and ask her