Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, let's get on down to the Seamen Pond and tell everybody we're gonna have ham.
With all these newfangled gadgets, work around here is just plain... Where you going with that, Jessreen?
Well, just everybody relax.
It's putting me to sleep.
Oh, my stars and goddess.
What'd she say, Ali?
I might have got acquainted with him and told him how I played piano at the movie theater back home.
Never mind, I'll tell her myself.
Oh, Ellie, honey.
Kendra, why don't you try using your head for thinking?
Ah, snap.
I didn't wash the front of the house as high up as I can get.
Oh!
A ticket, you say?
You ought to be ashamed to let me sleep this late.
It's out of gas, Uncle Jed.
That backbiting twixt you two has got to stop.
What, a nice figure you got?
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heaping helping of their hospitality.
Why, I could have played and sung the song I wrote for the chariot race in Ben-Hur.
All right, doggies.
Oh, that ought to be mighty good for your rheumatism, Granny.
I'll have Bittles the cook in for you, you can say Jack Robinson.
It smells like ham we're cooking, Uncle Jed.