Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ain't got no money in these clothes.

You ain't waitin' for no money.

Oh, oh, uh... Well, how about some sorghum to pour over it?

Well, if Granny's gonna drive in here, I'd better move my car.

Oh, what a fine thing.

I'm Melvin Drysdale.

Says he wants to talk to the foreman of this here Skull Ranch.

Not till I get my six-thirty!

And when you get out, try and lead a decent life.

It's none of my business, but should they have guns?

Why, it's a good thing he showed his colors before he got me out to the fairgrounds and filled me up with cotton candy and sodie pop.

But there is something.

You're telling me.

I brought her back once today.

What did you stop me for?

Ain't near as late as you think.

Besides, it gave the chicken something to peck at the next morning.

Tell me, this little old log cabin you were born in, was it around here somewhere?

And did you read by the light of the fire?

Doggy, she learned quick, didn't she?

Glad that rascal's gone.

Not until I get my $6.30.

Are you asking me?

This is all for you, Pa.

So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

He picked me up in town.