Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If he ain't that good a teacher, there's one violin here that I'm already pretty good at playing.
No, no, no.
20 boxes of cornflakes is his regular breakfast.
Other than what we already know.
Oh, but Jethro is nothing like him.
That sounds a mite steep for a violin teacher, but we want the best, so you go get him.
I really like my shirt, honey.
We got your fiddler Sam Dingle.
Downtown?
You won't believe it, but it only takes us five or 10 minutes.
And so am I. You could bring me Paganini, Heifetz, Kreisler, and I still couldn't teach that Jethro the world's great music.
The only thing that kind of rhythm is good for is stomping the mud off your boots.
Don't worry.
That's got to be the slicker in all time.
Thank you.
The hands on that keyboard are the hands of a god!
Jethro, if you study very hard and practice a great deal, perhaps one day you will know enough violin to realize that you will never play as well as I.
What?
May I come in?
My, it's such a thrill to meet you.
Now, wait a minute.
Ellie sure didn't inherit my talent.
Oh, no, maestro.
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
The Beverly Hillbilly!
Is something upsetting you?
I thought you enjoyed the music at the concert.
Yeah, he's out front, but we may have wasted our money.
When everybody was clapping.
But you have never met anyone like Jethro.
That's my hog jowl's melba.