Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just tolerable.
What do we charge for it?
Here comes a walking testimonial.
Now you start packing now.
My vittles will flesh out!
Mud Hen?
Granny's liable to be a mite peevish.
Get up here, little man, and tell the folks how this saved you when you was laying in death's door.
No, they went into town to peddle Granny's death-defying antidote.
Oh, yes, sir, Cousin Jethro.
Are you talking about her tonic?
Looks like Bonnie Parker or is it Clyde?
Yeah, yeah, sure he does.
Let's see it, Roy.
Yes, Mama let me drive her delivery car.
Oh, fine, boy.
You tell her if she brings her tonic out here.
That's how Roy done it.
Dr. Daisy's death defier fetched him back from the brink of the grave.
Can't you do something a little more cheerful?
Poor devil.
There's a Mrs. Myrtle Halsey calling you long distance.
She's gone out of business, hasn't she?
If heaven smelled like that, wouldn't be no sinners.