Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go get it back.

This one's for Jethro, too, from Bobby Joe Bradley.

Oh, it ain't for me.

When I came through the lobby just now, they all chanted in unison... Here come the Scrooge!

Well, I'll tell you.

Oh, wow, we're going to have to start writing our love letters on butcher paper.

That's a good idea.

Now, what can I do for you?

Uh, Miss Jane, would you mind driving us to Hooterville?

I take it you didn't get Sam's letter back.

Yesterday I saved the sausage, skinned my chitlins, and hung my ham.

He told us he was a big Hollywood producer.

I guess you think it's kind of silly for someone so old.

Hi, Mr. Drysdale.

Take a wedding dress and a bait bucket.

Well, Sam, it was sure sweet reading it, but it would be even sweeter if I was hearing it from your own lips.

And these are going to need stamps made of asbestos.

Come on, give Granny a letter.

Were you there when the clock went off?

That was your question?

Well, Zoe, sow belly.

Oh, that was Bobby Joe Bradley.

Yep, we're going back to Hooterville for Christmas.

I aim to give him a good stiff jolt of anesthetic.

Oh, that's right.

Let me have it.