Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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