Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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