Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, maybe not, but I'm going to do my best.

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

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

He's a government man.

You're speaking to him.

Are you through flapping your trap?

What's the hurry, Jethro?

I grant you all that, Mr. Addison, but she's still my mother-in-law.

Looks like we's headed for trouble.

Who the devil is Cecil?

He likes to get his stomach scratched.

You're a weather sign.

It is not going to rain tonight.

Well, I can't see as a blamer.

You got any complaining to do, you call Mr. Addison.

Very old time, I reckon what you was dreaming had it beaten.

I can give you weather information.

Have you noticed his fur standing up bushy?

Did you hear that, Bobby?

But she hadn't ought to have said it was going to be clear last night.

Well, all right.

Take your shoes off.

Well, then they shouldn't send a girl to do woman's work.