Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's only the courting part.
Me?
All of us.
And they usually sit on the sofa or something,
He might.
Your pa says so.
Just a moment, Daddy.
Jethro, hand out the pot passers and the meat stabbers, and let's get at it.
Howdy, Pop.
Amen.
Money, I hate that word, makes the rich a social equal of us.
Bet y'all can guess what it is.
She is?
He's not my daddy.
Oh.
This here is a dandy idea, especially if you got young ones to tell you.
You better have a talk with your daughter about the birds and the bees.
Who is she?
Hillbillies, that is.
Here she is, Mr. Drysdale.
I didn't let on to Miss Hathaway.
Dreadful?
Yes, you.