Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

2 weeks from everywhere.

# I'm just a stranger #

Must be near Parchman Farm.

Ordering 4 weeks of cat food I've got to do for me and mine

Well, these little men finally caught up with the criminal of the century.

Happy Birthday! What at we gonna do!?

God... God forgive me.

Just come on out and grabbin' air!

where I will tell you how there are vast amounts of money

# O Lord, he's a dangerous man #

HELL THEY AIN'T EVEN OLD TIMEY

My response to phone call 15 minutes after leaving job site.

If we take off through that bayou--

We got but 4 days to get to that treasure.

There are those who attempt both at the same time.

♪ You never change your socks ♪

keep my share of the riches.

Of service to the interests!

No. The marriage will take place as planned.

We're mass communicatin'!

You don't say much, friend, but when you do,

Damn! We're in a tight spot.

I don't believe it's in Mississippi.

when you're fixin' to fry up some flapjacks or bake a mess of biscuits,

# It's fair to tell #

Good Riddance as far as I’m concerned

So thank you for stopping by, but--

He must have been lookin' for answers.

Penny, you stop that!

♪ Keep on the sunny side ♪

Come and get us, coppers!

Let's go, boys.

he's the reform candidate, daddy

TRUMP GIVES SAME SPEECH AS HE GAVE THE NIGHT BEFORE

# O mothers, let's go down #

Well my constituency can't figure it out!

Say, Cousin Wash...

Poolside reverie

I mean, whoever heard of such behavior,

Yeah, well, she'll be crying out the other side of her face come November.

Don't be saps for Pappy.

♪ I'll fly away, fly away ♪

What are we gonna do?

# These hard times will drive you #

# Yes, sir! # # You, whoa #

I suspect some Miscegenation

"How We Gonna Run Reform When We're The Damn Incumbent?" Trump's 2020 Campaign Strategy Is Flawed

♪ I'll fly away, fly away, o' glory ♪

We got to find some kind of... wizard can change him back.

# God's golden shore #

Delmar, don't be ignorant.

…from Stouts…

The only good thing you ever did for the gals was get hit by that train!

# God's golden shore #

And I'm Delmar O'Donnel.

I'm surprised at you, Pete.

That’s Governor Menelaus, Pass the Biscuits Pappy O’Langston

Talk, you unreconstructed whelp of a whore!

but fear not the obstacles in your path,

and consumed in a fire, and whipped no end,

You shall see thangs

You may as well start drafting my concession speech right now.

Thank God your mammy died givin' birth.

And no transmission belt for 2 weeks neither.

Come and get me coppers!

…from Lagers…

Damn it that Ain't my sister She got runned over by a train

♪ Angel band ♪

I'm takin' off.

Well, the two of us was fixin' to fornicate.

# Let's go down, come on down #

You boys are invited, of course.

and your time with me will not have been ill-spent.

# I'll be somewhere a-working #

Homer Stokes, servant of the little man

Collton’s Been Saved

Give me back that hat! Hurry up!

God forgive me!

Well, I wasn't usin' it.

Pappy O'Daniel will be laughing then.

When a client spots a bear on the moose-wilson

These boys are a hit!

I heard there's a man down there.

Maybe it's for the best he was squished.

My juice better not come from a steeped monkey!

No. Wait a minute.

Yes, Bible sales.

Like the one they had in France.

We need that ring.

One with the capacity for abstract thought

Do... not... go...sad & depressed!

♪ Keep on the sunny side of life ♪

Must be lookin for answers.

Or if not smithies per se,

DADDY TOLD ME I’M TO SHOOT WHO’S EVER HERE FOR GAS

...but Tegrity is goin' away for good!

i am gonna burn in the ca-a-a-a-r

♪ The cloud and storm will in time pass away ♪

We might offend our constituency.

Where they headed?

She ain't lyin.

Sweet Jesus, we got to save him.

Oh, no, no, no. Just the regular side.

I don't precisely recollect them.

Ms. Watkins up and R-u-N-N-O-F-T

Hard W Who made him the color gaurd?

but featherbeds and silk sheets.

♪ And the sun will shine again, bright and clear ♪

here and listening at home,

We just thought you was a toad.

That's all I got.

We're helpless, Lord.

I don't get out now till 1987, I'll be... 84 years old. Well, I'll only be 82!

vis à vis my progeny.

# He's in the jailhouse now #

He's a live wire ain't he?

He's a splooter

for that wonderful performance!

I don't know their names.

is going to lead us all in a chorus of

Well, ain't this vending machine just a geographical oddity

these boys is going to be in my brain trust.