Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

General Ulysses S. Grant.
Perish the thought.
Alcohol is a dandy and a sifting, especially when it's applied internally.
Listen, Colonel, with that accent, the only thing you can deliver is a bucket of fried chicken.
Mr. Drysdale!
Go back to bed.
Get into your uniform.
I'm gonna capture that rascal!
Don't you worry.
With his brains, the Yankees will promote him to a major by sundown.
No, thank you.
Hillbilly, that is.
Set the edge to running!
Just give him this so he's mine.
Well, come on, everybody.
What time is it, Jethro?
We'd be at once if we could do it again!
Oh, my baby.
The only way I can explain it is that he was smoking Virginia tobaccy and drinking Tennessee whiskey.
Oh, I hear either answer it or shoot it.
You're in for it now.
Granny, I got the stock bed and watered it.
That'll give us time to get our weapons and join them.
Yes, I'm ready.
Billy Wayne Beauregard.
Nothing doing, it's going to be you.