Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yep.
Who's angered up?
That's a fact.
He does swing his knife and fork around right lively.
I'm going to start the root cellar for you.
I tell you, Granny, the man is a veritable one-man sawmill.
I was using it to dip grits and dowels for Leif.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
No, I thought you might want a shave and a haircut.
Yeah.
It's all rough and full of calluses from working every day from sunup to sundown.
I'll say it was my idea to hire you.
Granny... Granny always was a woman of her word.
I'm as rough as a cob and plain as dirt.
Take one man only.
Come on, Skipper, let's go.
That good-for-nothing, low-down, lazy, fiddle-stealing, liquor-drinking, gully jumper!
Well, most of it ain't, is it?
Yes, sir.
I'll just have a few words with Jethro.
Oh, Mr. Crick, wait just a minute.
Will you just forget it, Mr. Bank.
But he's back, and I'm commencing to boil again!
But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
Yes, sir.