Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you'll just listen... Ow!
No, not at all.
Where is Mr. Drysdale?
We want you to be a guest of the county for a while.
Mr. Crosher!
I must admit, it does seem a bit peculiar.
It ain't Sam, Granny.
Everybody's been unfriendly.
Keep your voice down and put that corn whiskey away.
I'm her paw.
Granny, bake that child a cake with a sow in it.
He's in jail.
Who are you?
Come on down, Granny.
Wait a minute.
Sam Drucker just called from Ripley.
Just let me see your driver's license.
I'll bet Sam Drucker would know.
Did you speak to Miss Hathaway?
Where that man spits, grass never grows again.
I'd be real careful what I say about Judge Johnson.
I can vouch for his character.
Yeah, lucky for me, he was sleeping off the snoot fall.
Likely Mr. Drysdale.
Try and stop him.
I knew a whole family of them back home.
That town is easy to miss in the daytime, but at night, we had no lights to speak of on that truck.
Yeah, we finally got him.
I guess so.
Well, it's about time.
Granny... What?
He goes on trial first thing in the morning.
I object.
Oh, besides, I'd better hurry next door and check in with the chief.
Take your shoes off.
How much you want for that bear?