Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Will we see you tonight?

He's a collard addict.

A boy by the name of Pat Boone?

This is Mr. Boone.

Drop off in Madison.

I may come on into Fayetteville, Shelbyville, maybe even Beagle.

Come back now, dear.

I promise you, I'm not sleeping in freight yards.

Glad to have you, son.

To investigate that odor.

Nothing can stop me.

Don't tell me you sold this place for $100,000.

Where is he, by the way?

Doc, you go ahead.

Your wife just might leave you.

How long you been here in California?

Don't worry, you're going to get your 10% of my collards and fat back.

All you need is seasoned wood.

And speaking of deals, did you tell Drysdale we're not going to hold him to that $10,000 price?

She throwed me 40 feet on my head!

Is this really on the level they don't know who you are?

Granny, you don't quick-hide a 500-pound bear.

The boy come by it honest.

Him with his picture in the post office.

I'll vouch for that.

He was in the neighborhood when he smelled them, Jed.

Hair tie and minks ready.

With sweet taters.