Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But Pearl might think I want to marry.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
I'll give you every cent I make.
A bus or a jitney, I reckon.
Won't be when we get in the mountains.
I'll just throw together a little snack.
Listen to him a-racing that engine.
You let me sew for you.
Oh, thank heavens we caught you before you left.
Take a little nap.
I know that this must seem awfully sudden to you, and I know you have lots of ties and lots of activities here in the hills, but I was wondering, do you think you could possibly be happy living in a city like Tulsa?
Well, then what'll I say?
Well, I thought I heard a horse.
We ain't moving.
Well, we might as well stay here and sing.
You sure did.
I'm sure you'll be quite comfortable in the lounge.
Well, I rang and you didn't come.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.
Well, thank you, ma'am.
Hand me the ham.
I play my cards right.
Well, happy landing, Merry Christmas, and au revoir.
Oh, get a load of those minks.
A limousine will meet you and take you to Pearl's house.
Why?
Oh, do you see a difference?
Yes, I have a very nice home there, but frankly, it needs you, and I think Mother will agree.
You want the bus station.
Hello?
Why, you have grown... Mr. Brewster, what are you doing?
There's a piece of this pie missing.