Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You towed him, Ellie.
It's me, Ravenswood.
Come on now.
I'll go and see Mr. Drysdale.
Well, I reckon we'll have to call her on the telephone.
Come on, Jethro.
Tell me about Napoleon.
Ella Mae, you go in there and surrender.
Texas tea.
All clear.
I wouldn't want to be the man who opens up that door.
Kind of ragged, though.
Why, we might never have known that Mr. Drysdale here was a fine gentleman from Tennessee.
You lock on the door and you yell to him inside that it's you.
Talk fast!
It's perfectly safe to look out through the bars.
Fabulous.
Run, you yellow botkin!
This here will save you shopping.
Not until late this evening.
He said it was feuding.
Tell me, ever hear of the Moses family?
They even had a wedding dance and he joined in the fling.
I reckon that Drysdale's got him!
You know something, Ellie?