Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shut up, Homer!
Here comes Aunt Pearl!
He can cook, sew, keep house, play piano, and no wonder the men around here are just beating your door down to propose.
Why, that's the most shocking, disgusting, insulting, disgusting... Oh, Mr. Brute!
Never mind about Jethro's hat.
I'll have him rub it with some hot possum grease tonight.
The spare room is yours.
He's a lorry.
No need for you to do that, Mr. Brewster.
No, of course not.
Ain't nobody can outcry Ma when she commences to gush.
We's packing up.
Oh, I, uh, I think I'll go into town.
Ow!
Maggie, it's me, Ellie Mae.
Hey, Jethro, quit notching that tree on this side.
The light will fall right down on the girl.
Maggie?
Ow!
I ain't got no kinks in my leg.
I beg the manager not to put that up, but he says it's a drawing card.
One friend I don't want riled, it's you.
I'm getting up off that rope.
Catherine, here's a picture of your ma.
Now, quieten down, Homer.
Your family has remarkable longevity.
This is where the clampets slill, but there ain't no one in.
Yeah, Ma, and I'll be your best man.
We ain't got it.
We's going back to Beverly Hills.