Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, no, dear boy.
She told me to keep it a secret, and my lips are sealed.
All the way in the back, right next to the kitchen.
Oh, I've come to invite you out for dinner.
Yes!
I'll call you.
What's that?
How could I refuse that plaintive face?
We have no baked hog lips.
I can see the headline.
Boy, I'm hungry enough to eat anything.
I adore her.
Even Ellie's cooking.
Why don't both find out about there?
in a deep hole.
Marriage.
Of course, I got to forget that I'm a sophisticated international playboy and find out how a country hick would propose to a gal.
Oh, no, they won't.
They mean that, not... Why should they?
I suppose you're wondering why I accepted a dinner invitation with that simple bubolic youth.
Oh, and here goes that voice again.
The cold of the hills.
Good.