Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Chief, you can't fool Granny with those phony bloodstains.
He'll have her whooped in no time at all.
If he hadn't been drinkin' for 150 years, it'd killed him.
It was the war between the North and the USA.
Now, when do I go back to the Culpeper Plantation and start shooting?
But I ain't finished ciphering Granny's problem.
Hear me out, dear lady.
Until at last, we had a rendezvous with death.
He's a fine boy, Colonel.
Single-handed.
Come on, Jethro, let's go home.
She will garland my brow with a victory wreath.
Now then, here we is dealing with years.
And he was giving him advice.
Well, we commence with the figure 200.
This is the flower of Southern womanhood.
Boy takes to siphoning like a mule to millet.
I'm sorry.
Granted.
Over snow-capped mountains.
When Granny hears the story of my heroism and sacrifice,
I'm not going near that nutty little broad.
The proudest moment of her life was when she captured General Ulysses S. Grant.
No, thank you, Ellie.
Go talk to Granny.
Well, I sure do thank you, Colonel Blaker.
He ain't a bad sort.
That's Jethro's pacifier.