Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Seven.
Lord, thank you for the untimely frost you sent what claimed our pointless banana orchards.
Come on.
The lottery should be the Jack Squattery, because I ate Jack squatting a lot.
The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny.
Granted, the creature is elastic, and I didn't foresee that, but... Switch over to beauty tips, honey.
That's as far as I'm going.
Yes, your neighbor.
Hey, darling, how much for your corn doll?
Ultra Goliath, where are you now?
No!
Well, how about just a little taste of the alpha and omega?
Oh, you won the drawing.
Yeah, you're good to settle, aren't you?
I ain't never won jack squattery.
Pine cone.
Swearing makes me tough.