Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here we are, chief.
You might think my music is trash and rubbish, but, tag on it, I make two million dollars a year playing it.
Ed?
I say you don't.
For some reason, he seems a mighty fratchy.
Thank you, darlin'.
You've seen him around food before.
I wonder who made mine.
Well, I did.
Huh?
Well, you ought to know this one.
Two million?
I have been talking to him and his attitude towards music is all wrong.
I wonder if he'd mind if we listened in.
I don't know, but your hand's shivering like a cold dog.
Sounds like it, too.
He went downtown without doing his chores?
Worst he can say is, folks, I'd rather not.
Me neither.
Ridiculous!
Left without eating his regular breakfast.
Well, Maggie Powell knows where Jethro is.
Come on out, wherever you are.
Let me carry it.
Are you sure you'll be all right with Jethro?