Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm going to talk to Mr. Drysdale.
Jethro...
See, I got me a French cookbook.
You're looking awful dirty.
Yeah, and I've been looking at you, big duck, and it's all wrong with France.
Well, what I had in mind was... Forget it, Uncle Jed.
Come in.
Jethro's rolls is in the oven.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubble and crude.
I think I can find you a stool.
I wouldn't laugh.
Forget it, Ellie.
Oh, that ain't it.
Coming up.
Oil, that is.
Boy, that's your restaurant.
Everything but a cook.
All right, Jethro, the rest is up to you.
Yeah, Pa.
May I have a sip of your water?
What I'd give to see his knife and fork clanking together again, the sparks flying in every direction.
I suppose you cleaned off the whole table.