Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yes, ma'am.
I slept in them.
Yes, sir.
You got to admit, Jed, Lester and me was right.
Miss Hathaway's going to drive me right to the studio for wardrobe fittings.
Hi there, Mr. Black.
luster to love limb, Earl Scruggs.
How'd the screen test go?
Oh, greetings, CB.
Well, if she is, she sure makes a fine-looking corpse.
Black gold.
Morning, Earl!
I heard him chopping wood at the crack of dawn.
Upstairs, downstairs, out in the kitchen.
Why, sure I do, honey, but I done shook eight bushels of corn, chopped four cords of wood, and ground a whole barrel of meal, and chased that goat put near to town and back.
Oh, no, it's not.
Well, good luck, darling.
The lab worked all night and got the film processed.
He must have got his second wind.
Gladys, what are you doing?
Why, sure, yeah.
Hey!
She is a cave-in.
He's just barely able to do the Tennessee Limp.
He loves you a heap.
She's got a lot going for her.
Inspire me with your nearness.
What did you say?
My pleasure.
Oh, shucks.