Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't come back now, hear?

I'm afraid not.

I am going home!

I want to come home!

Ain't no use trying to talk me out of it.

But we've got to find Granny.

All right now, y'all mind your manners, but don't dawdle neither, because Granny might just turn around and come right back any minute!

There might be Playboys that serves grits and gravy in their bachelor pads, but I bet you there ain't many that can come up with turnip greens and sow belly.

I thought everything was fine.

How about getting me one of them jobs?

Don't tell me nothing.

I ain't going back home.

All right, Buster, let's go.

What are you doing in jail?

Without the others, what can she do?

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

Chief, I wonder if your executive research consultant might have been an unfortunate choice of titles.

They don't even blow out the lantern till 9 or 9.30.

She can't walk all that way pushing that load.

Well, here goes my money.

Oh, you can't do that.

Well, first of all, they got hundreds and hundreds of these little picture machines all over the town.

Well, that's just a hoot and a holler from Mincy.

Well, I reckon it's your only chance.

Well, since Miss Jane told me how.