Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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