Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But they reminded me what I wanted to ask you.

What kind of a bank guard was she made?

What'd she do, give you something to eat?

Man don't live by bread alone.

Put burning bamboo right underneath my fingernails.

That is a dirty trick, Uncle Jed.

But he proposed and you accepted.

Drag me behind wild horses.

I got us a pretty good table here, huh, Miss Jane?

Miss Dane, will you marry me?

Wouldn't you rather tickle your taster with bacon and buzzard eggs and eggplant aspic, squirrel and parsnip pie, corn beaver and cabbage?

I can't, Uncle Jethro.

Propose to her, you big dolt!

You can help me be a hayseed.

I feel that honesty is the best policy.

I heard they made me lop my hand off into this pan of gravy.

And any human being within ten.

Okay, everybody!

Are those for me, too?

And stop on the ground hard before you put it in so the glovers can get away.

Can't taste as bad as it looks.

But once you shall hear what your heart has been longing to hear.

Somebody will tell me for long.

I mean the Commerce Bank.

for this dream, even a day longer.

I thought I was hearing things.

All them vittles I'm cooking for you.

I'm suffering, trying to forget.

And two, I haven't had a date myself for six months.

Well, when you put it that way, it's hard to refuse.

But it was the strongest charm in my book.

Jed, every woman has the right to say she's been proposed to once in a lifetime.