Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right now, we gotta get ready for the Spring Eatin' Festival.
Son, uh, we got a fine big house here with plenty of room.
He bounced right back up.
He's from back in our part of the country.
Oh, he likes collards, does he?
Imagine that.
Does a possum like persimmons?
So I'm never going back.
Let them eat, Jim.
Please do hurry right in.
But I ain't gonna see you.
Cornbread and fatback and good old collard greens.
Did I know Red Foley?
Don't bust out of jail, Pat.
Well, all right boy.
Even Granny's collars ain't worth that.
Well, I promised Margaret if she'd stick it out for seven years, I'd let her sell the house.
Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.
Jed, Granny?
Fetch it along this evening and you can sing for your supper.