Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hmm.
Miss Hathaway, I have some dictation.
That's me!
This morning.
Don't set a place for me, Granny.
Well, ain't got no more time for this here small talk.
Isn't it sweet the way the tellers whistle and stomp their feet?
Bill.
I'm gonna be rolling in money.
Oh, I work for J.B.
You rang, J.B.?
Not times not is not, not, not, not, not, not, and one times not, one times one,
Oh, you look great.
The new crawdad room of the Bug Tussle Biltmore.
I'll show you how it's done.
I'm awful sorry to hear you're going back home, Roy.
Why, ain't you gonna be in town for a sparrow?
Oh, let them in.
Not yet, J.B.
Stick to wrapping them quarters.
I can't keep the whole entertainment industry waiting.
JB, we'll see you now.
Well, that's life.
Oh, golly.
Gee.
Hillbilly, that is.
Buddy, I was just telling Miss Hathaway about that beautiful coup de finance you pulled off last evening.
Sweethearts, lovers, baby dolls, this is a real great thrill.
How did a boy genius like me get born into this family of hayseeds?
You're showing more colors than a red rooster in a pumpkin patch.
What they call a flesh peddler.
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.
When did you leave Bug Tussle, Roy?
Any big names?
Rude, but colorful.
You don't think Roy has any talent?
I done made myself $10,000,000!
Right.
I'll get you as quick as I can.
Can you?