Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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