Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you kidding, sweetie?
Say, do you know what I'm going to do?
Oh, I gotta see my baby.
I'm trying to get out an extra on this.
I want you to post a big notice on the bulletin board.
Well, there's been so many.
Oh, uh, Billy Joe and Bobby Joe Bradley.
No, but I'd like to put some money in your bank.
Single, yes.
Hey, Rydale, you forgot this, whatever it is.
Therefore, I won't run over you.
Hillbilly, that is.
Get them groceries to the kitchen.
I hope Billy and Bobby hurry home with the trimmings.
Oh, you can if you want.
Try again.
Lord, we've all got lots to be thankful for this day.
Oh, really?
I called Drucker's store and told Sam we was on our way.
Oh, you traitor!
I do appreciate it, Miss Jane.
You've blessed this valley with a fine lady doctor.
Who are you?
Goodbye, Claude.
If you ain't coming back for two weeks, I think we'll go to Hooterville.
You're losing your mind.
It belongs to my boss.
Come on, Bobby Joe.
She's going all the way to Boston to personally select the oysters for the dressing.
Mr. Carson, Mr. Drucker, Mr. and Mrs. Douglas, and a mighty fine bunch of young folks.
Oh, she's a knockout.
You get a move on or I'll make stars for you.
Say, that will get us both off the hook.
Did you get the pictures we sent?
Satisfell.