Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm the one who uncovered this hallucination.
Jethro, you drive me down to the bank.
Just a minute!
Walk towards our house.
That's what I shoot.
Any sign of the enemy yet?
You may not.
Jethro!
And if my name was Drysdale, I'd be getting out of there.
Put her down.
Sure did.
Why, when that boy puts his mind to it, he can pick a gnat off a plate of grits at 500 feet in a heavy fall.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bumbling crude.
Open it!
He wooed her with a tango and a rose betwixt his teeth.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
And Jethro picked me up in his arms.
Shoot the telephone wire.
Granny, Granny!