Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Down near the ocean, a place called Marine Land.

I hope you didn't try to catch any of those.

You know what Brian will do to any kind of hide.

Now quieten down.

You know what it could be, Granny?

I can't stand it.

Ornita albacore.

What can I do for you?

That's right, Uncle Ken, come again.

Yes, as you so quaintly call it.

Los Angeles is so ashamed of that river, they had to put up cement walls to hide it.

Let her roll, Jethro.

Do you reckon the Marines had let us fish there?

I thought the hunting around here was poor, but the fishing is really miserable.

Oh, don't scare me like that.

Nothing, it's been prepared by an expert taxidermist.

I reckon he followed you to the truck, but he didn't get up by himself.

And I've had both ends in the water.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Well, yes, in a way.

Ronnie, Mr. Clapper, come in, come in.

There ain't no fish in there.

I've boiled them and porched them and fried them.