Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, let's commence the digging under that big old elm out there.
He don't live in the hills.
Cutting, chopping, splitting logs.
When the clappers first arrived, Granny insisted the entire fortune be changed into silver so it could be buried in the backyard.
Yee-haw!
All I have to do is call him.
You're right.
Lathe Crick is all talk.
But from my place, it sounded like there were three or four men over here, sawing, chopping, splitting logs.
I was fixing to do a little digging out back yonder.
Old Leif done got himself a job.
Well, the rheumatism, Granny.
You shouldn't do work like digging a hole, buying a handsome boy like you.
Two birds in a mule's tail.
Beholden to Jed, eh?
Can't hardly wait to sail into it, Jack.
Good to see you, Jethro.
Very little to the right.
My, my, this must be the finest, most beautiful office in all the world.
Thank you, Judge!
Bye, George.