Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's probably got his hands full taking care of paying customers.

Now Bessie's sure upset.

I sure don't want to show up there with a bunch of beat-up old junk like that.

There's no challenge.

There's a smell of perfume in the air.

Couldn't we save this talk till after, Vittles?

Come out here and get ready for some good eating.

There goes your dinner, Jed.

You've got a beautiful little spot here, loaded with atmosphere.

I can't go to be medium rare by now.

I ain't had nothing to eat since breakfast but a few bananas.

It was a good thing we decided to happen by.

That's enough now.

Back in the jiffy.

I'd like to use your telephone.

That's the third set of hinges he's going through this week.

I ain't got one here.

I want to show them the new restaurant Mr. Drysdale got me.

I'll knock you off!

Like they say, clothes makes the fry cook.

Don't worry, ma'am.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

He's on the leash, and she cranks the organ.

Howdy, Mr. Drysdale.

Well, I tried putting it in my boot, but it made me walk lopsided.

Now, I ain't even sure you ought to be let out of the house.

How they really get here is where the birds and the bees come in.