Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I may let this one go off.
And how do we do that, Mr. Sixth Grade Graduate?
Oh, thank you, Granny.
Oil, that is.
Mr. Drydale's employees, they're staging a demonstration.
I'd like to borrow your fancy red convertible to drive to Hooderville.
He proposed... He didn't propose.
No.
It shows them that I care.
I'll go talk to Mr. Drysdale.
Suspense is just killing me.
Sit down, Jed, and I'll read you my letter.
Jail?
Oh, no, I ain't.
Leave him here, Jim.
There you see.
Did you hear that yet?
I'm coming, children!
Well, let's go.
If it commences to give you high blood, just raise your hand and you can leave the room.
Howdy, Miss Jean.
What do they want from me?
Jethro's staying home.
Good idea.