Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're all about last night's wrestling match, and they've been flooded with phone calls.
Yes!
What are they hailing you about?
The heck you ain't.
Here they come.
Oh, that's Mr. Gene Booth, a gentleman I'm very beholden to.
He thinks he's paying off the mortgage on Dottie Brooke Farm.
She's the little old lady who threw her out of the ring last night.
Well, uh, y'all come in.
Do you need a hand?
Mr. Booth, the television station just sent these over.
Oh, she's not a performer.
I was there in person when Granny slung her into the six-row seats.
And this here is Granny.
Get her sick mommy and crippled daddy.
She's tripped her father.
For 20 bucks she'll kill you!
Hey, Granny, will you make Ellie stop whooping me?
Here you are, Miss Rebecca.
Howdy, ma'am.
If she's for real, you are in big trouble.
Why don't you sit down and rest a while, old-timer?
Mom and Daddy and I gotta wrestle the Boston Strong Girl and her folks.
We both saw you, Granny, and you were something else.
When it bounces, Granny goes in the ring.
Look!
Well, thanks again.