Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, when Death Row counts three, we go at it!
They captured Uncle Jay!
Come on down, we'll go get him.
They's getting to the gate.
But that woman shot at me.
And if his name is Drysdale, his life ain't worth a cent.
Well, we can go next door and use the Miller's phone.
Maybe I should go to the woodshed and wait for you.
My arms is full.
Call stranger you don't trifle with a hillman's daughter fair, or you will face his rifle and he'll deeply part your hair.
And he's going to make Sonny do the right thing by Ellie Mae.
You say Granny's folks won that fight?
We did very well.
But how were they able to do it?
How many is he?
It's that butler, fella.
Hey, Ravenswood, why don't you answer the door?
Not altogether, Jeff.
Come on, Granny!
Put her down.
You just drive around a while and cool off.
Step aside, decoy.
Hurry.
Oh, Granny, I got two wires.
Any what?