Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shucks, no.
What kind of business?
I don't know anybody else that'd hire him.
Aw, that ain't it.
Goodbye, Mr. Clavitt, Granny.
At your age, you ought to be hearing.
I miss him setting up to the table and wolfing down his dinner in 30 seconds flat.
Naw.
No more than a gallon or two.
Where's Granny?
My very own business, huh?
Howdy, Miss Amos.
But it was always something to shoot for.
Hey, look, where's your phone?
Hot dog!
I can cook anything, strange or exotic.
But when you are in desperate need of a buzzard egg cooker, don't come crawling to me.
Running water?
I'm as sure-footed as a mountain goat.
Concentrate.
Have you a reservation?
I hear that.
Uh, how about a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich?
No jokes, Miss Jane, thank you.
Bye, Miss Jane.
I'm used to havin' Jethro.
Hey, genius, watch where you're stepping.
Good.