Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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