Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cod liver oil of my companionship.
What's the matter with you, ripcord?
I'm Jed Clampett.
Well, he's gone.
Pretty face and shapely figure are no longer the key to romance.
No, but I'll run.
You read me, Homer?
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.
What you got there, boy?
Death Row, get a grip on yourself.
Well, now hold on, boy.
Good.
There's another carload right behind us.
I reckon you'll be wanting this.
Dally, you've changed.
There, I've said it.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.
I'm Biff Steele and I'm... Yeah, we've been looking for you.
Well, Jed?
I don't feel like playing fetch the stick.
Mr. Drysdale, my name is Riprock... Dash Riprock.
I'll think of some way.
It is Keats, Shelley, Byron, and Browning.