Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Grits every meal.
Well, Mr. Pinkney, like I said to Granny, ain't no call to inspect you.
Somebody went and stole every single one of them signs we put up.
Hillbilly, that is.
We got this whole house to get clean.
That explains a few things.
A golden opportunity.
Well, let me see them.
Ellie Mae, quit playing with your critters and get busy.
And them eight gallons of bone milk I churned.
I'm gonna up his rent.
Fancy dresser.
Doctor on duty.
Hardly appropriately, sir.
We got a dandy room for you and plenty of riddles, and all the critters you can pet.
Welcome.
Inspection?
You are never to address me as Arthur.
I just shoot it all down.
Telling me?
Mrs. Drysdale.
Border?
The drive's stale, sir.
Why not?
I have committed myself to the challenging task of shaping you into a proper staff.
Stop complaining.
That's Jethro toting your bag.
Come on.
How did you get up there?
Sure did.
They sure talk it fair.
Wait a minute, Jethro, I'll help you.
Well, I did, Granny.