Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your cousin.
Well, Miss Drysdale, is there someplace you gotta go?
First of all, that there music is what you call chimes.
This ain't my hair.
That salon, Sibu play.
Oh, what a treat, of course.
I am not intoxicated.
Uncle Jed!
I've got to come down to earth long enough to get confirmation.
The clampets are so uncouth, so unrefined.
Let go of me.
But surely any supermarket would... Mrs. Drysdale, this is a priceless experience.
All of you go and put your clothes on, and when Miss Dandy sees us, she won't have to be shamed.
Why, she's having her chauffeur take me to all the fancy stores and then to her beauty saloon.
Oh, what a red-letter day this is for you.
Drydale?
She wanted the telephone.
Sure will.
Come in, come in.
You like music, Ms.
Uh, Mr. Chauffeur, you make old Sibu play.
Have a chicken.