Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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