Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, speaking of money, I reckon you could use a little.
You're right, Granny.
Money ain't everything.
Of course.
Uh, the first day of spring, we have this, uh, unusual odor for a few hours, and from then on, it's just heavenly fragrance.
Harder, Nashville.
Quick, hide the bear.
We all been hittin' it off real good.
Of course not, darling.
How's this?
Oh, this is beautiful!
I haven't smelled anything that wonderful since I left Nashville.
Hot dog!
$25,000, and I'll throw in all the furniture.
They would have to fertilize their orchids today.
I'm Mrs. Drysdale, and I know you're going to adore my lovely home.
The boy's got a record, has he?
There you are, Granny.
Oh.
Oh, dear.
Oh, you're early, Mr. Policeman.
And Granny's vittles.
I've sold the house.