Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jane Mansfield married.
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
First, we'll have Grace, and after that, Ellie Mae, we'll pass out the devil buzzard eggs.
Who?
A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.
Veritas vincit omnia.
Well, I understand.
I'll pick a romantic moment and...
Have you got any more clothes like the one that you're wearing?
Granny says you seem so fond of her devil buzzard eggs, she wanted you to have these to take home with you.
We've done everything.
Our company, a little entertainment during dinner.
Granny says we can't wait no longer for the Drysdale.
You wanna see him?
One look at those hillbillies and I'm an Eskimo!
Yeah, Granny don't want no one cooking in there except her.
What do you intend to do?
Just what any decent, sensible man would do who has lied his way into trouble.
There's just no new thrills.
Don't nothing rile her up.
Moose Jaw, Alaska?
I think you just come up with an idea.
Well, he deserves it.
We eat enough riles, Granny, more than chickens in her kitchen.
Delighted.
Doing.
How do you do?
Just make it quick and merciful, Jed.
You can't catch Mr. Drysdale.
Say, what a place, huh?
What's she doing?
Well, I think you should be the first to know I'm elevating your husband to the board of directors.
Very close.