Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sometimes even the milk of human kindness turns sour.

Well, you sure can't.

You're going on a journey.

You can turn on a light to eat it.

It's you, Jethro.

I can't even find that out from this danged old jiff.

Granny, somebody probably told you.

I don't think you're an old fool.

Remember your prediction about me going to have seven young'uns?

With your ability to see the future, I'll make a killing.

You think I'm an old fool, but you'll see.

If they was real, they'd cost at least $3.

That's the real old stuff.

I know it's silly, but I even seen what she's going to name them.

Not a fortune teller.

First you gotta do me a little favor.

I don't want nothing to do with this bat magic.

I think I'm getting another vision.

One prediction down, three to go.

You can't even read a paper very good.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, the poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

Oh, there have been some examples of successful bribedostication, however...

Also known as the Boob of Beverly Drive.

Something she read in the paper?

That's lucky for you, I'm a lady.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

Three of my last four predictions come true.

Where was he going in such a hurry?

A boy named Luther and a girl named Alice.

All right, Granny, but tell her to get somebody to steady the ladder.

Yeah, you get through to her.

I'm going to be the only phony fortune fixer in this house.

I want everybody in Pikes County to know.

Well, then you're a prognosticator.