Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, beautiful!
You just happened to catch Granny in a cantankerous mood.
Oh, that is black gold, Texas tea.
Now, you listen to me.
Easy.
Ellie May.
All right, kid.
Just give him a little outdoor exercise.
How do you spell that?
No muss, no fuss, no bother.
Then he can have a taste of my riddles.
Just dump me in a box and send me home.
There's a nice, soft sofa to sit on.
I reckon I can still cook up a passable pot of grits.
Exactly.
Do you have any ants?
Hillbilly, that is.
Why don't you call that critter doctor and ask him to bring his wife and stay to supper?
Right in here, Doctor.
I didn't mean you, Granny.
Close up your bag of bug riddles and get out of my house.
Looks like I'm too late.
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
I brought little Arnie to keep you company while you sick in bed.
The critter doctor.
He called me, this dad-blaming bug doctor.