Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jethro, hand out the pot passers and the meat stabbers, and let's get at it.
All right.
He's selling me for a rich man's gold!
Wilbur, please.
You know, the one they call Sonny.
I ain't got to the sparking yet.
Who is that?
Texas tea.
Well, I just spoke to Jed Klamet.
Why did you throw him?
Has Ellie got a beau?
Why, just yesterday, I went over there to the Drysdale's to borrow a cup of possum fat.
Tell him a box of candy, Granny?
He'll be there.
I reckon it's kind of like a general store.
Now, I've had enough of this nonsense.
I was kind of wondering who was going to do that.
Whose is it?
Tell me, dear, it might be fun to date someone new.
Someone young, lovely, and charming.
Well, Sonny, I reckon this is all my fault.
I refuse to date a strange girl just to benefit your economic situation.
Sonny Drysdale gonna do that to me?
Divine.
If the Lord had wanted me to swim around in water, he'd have given me fins.
Yes, yes it is.
Ha ha, you guessed it, it's me.
Something sticky.
Viacom.
Pa, why don't you tell me about courting and sparking?
Dad!
What should I do with it?