Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm Jed Clement.
Skiing accident.
Our usual wager, Milburn.
I see you fetched company home for supper.
What's that handle there?
I got spying to do.
Well, I'd be glad to talk to you about that.
He's just seen a James Bond movie and he fancies himself another 007.
Young bones, men quickly.
How about paddling?
Never mind him.
Come on, Granny.
Find a different place to hide my secret radio.
Who are you?
Are you gonna hickory switch him or am I?
I don't know why not.
She faces weeks of suffering while those shattered bones knit.
I ain't got no radio for my heel.
Can't!
Did you forget her too?
Well, I... I can't tell you that.
What is it, boy?
I got a couple of favors to ask you.
You one of them, uh, double-knot spies?
Really, really?
Go with your cousin Jethro and see that he fetches my riddles back home.
Geez!
But Granny, I gotta get my spy supplies.
You won't get away with this, Cushing.
We wouldn't have any country.
She is?
You see, you won't meet her again before the contest.
Did you hear that?