Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm wondering what to pack.

Oh, you enjoyed it, did you?

I'm a father image to them.

Granny, are we going to Hooterville for Christmas?

Oh, I can't control with these anymore.

He's all set to go to Hooterill.

You got me, you got Fairchild, and you got this beautiful present.

Maybe you can find out what he wrote.

Wait a minute, Jed.

Now turn on the switch.

Did you break up the employee demonstration?

Now, Granny, before you get your hopes up too high, you reckon them fragrances could be on account of Sam writing his letters on butcher paper?

Oh yes, well you see, every Christmas I burn all the widow's mortgages.

I just can't wait no longer.

I know this camera can't take no picture of the inside of that bear.

Now listen, you little goomer, you give me my letter, or you and me is gonna play cowboy and Indian, and the Indian is gonna win.

This is bound to be a proposal.

Sounds to me like it's you they want, Mr. Drydale.

We have two more love letters to mail to our fiancée, Jethro.

Try me on another one.

Well then they'll just have to take turns.

What do you mean?

You're a chicken, intern.

He says he'll get me for alienation of affection, a breach of promise, a bigamy, fraud, and something called a trolley-nolley dictum.

Yeah, Dad, I don't feel like I'm imposing when I ask you to do it again.

I for sure ain't gonna hold down no drunk bear.