Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Miss Jane said some vandals stripped our truck.
The same sweet, soft, warm, angelic expression.
A dollar and a half?
Don't touch the hubcaps.
They make my lips red and rosy.
A banker?
Cutest little general store you ever did see.
Mr. Bodeen, have you ever created stars out of complete unknowns like us?
Howdy, Mr. Drydale.
That suits me.
Maybe.
I am supposed to cook it and serve 65 people in my tiny apartment?
Chief, your wife... Has been shopping for weeks, sparing no expense to make this an exact replica of the first Thanksgiving dinner in New England.
Pleased to meet you.
Can I be your flunky?
Where's he going on this truck?
Do you want to buy something?
I wouldn't let nothing stop me from seeing that baby.
Well, he ain't exactly the way I pictured him, but he's cute, all right.
That's close.
Oh, I done opened one, Mr. Drysdale.
That's one turkey?
I had to make you my beneficiary.
Hooterville?
Oh, it's beautiful.
Wolf bane?
Will you be there?
How cheap can you get?
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.
Shirley Temple?
Y'all come back now, hear?
Every fool of the moon.
We's all going down there and see him.
No.
Careful, Granny.
What does it mean?
What's your name?
There's your deposit receipt, Ed.
That won't stop Granny.