Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What a place, huh, Isabelle?

I reckon a man's daughter's got the body... All right, let's suppose when you stop blowing on the fur and get to the hide, what are you trying to say?

I like pumpkin pie as well as apple.

Ready for what, ma'am?

Ain't there anything I can do?

Granny, I ain't sure it's $35 million no more.

Jethro, uh... The girl you're gonna marry is waiting in the house.

All right, yes, sir.

Well, now, I ain't a wall earning money like you, Jeff.

Did I hear you mention the name Drysdale?

I'm looking for my sweet little old Esabelle Crick from back home.

I do hope you'll tell Mr. Drysdale how well we have treated you here.

Never mind your trouble, Ethro.

I'm all ready to dance.

Forget it, Lee.

You'd have been married to that no-account Mel Pratt.

Guess Rowe got out of line, did he?

I'm taking my essay out of here.

That leaves Esabelle out.