Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I kept busting the strings on my Uncle Jed's guitar, so I invented it.
Wait a minute.
Strap them rockets on me.
Now wait a minute, listen!
At least he hires high school kids.
I'll make that race so addictive!
Ellie Mae is coming down to the secretary for you.
They left for home for Nashville this morning.
She's hard to please.
I'll see you.
Only get her to come back.
Oh, please.
Uncle Jed, can I borrow your curtain guitar?
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
What does he play, the electric wheelbarrow?
And I won't even dock you for the half day you missed.
Okay, kid, let's hear it.
Well, I think Miss Jean has got an idea for you that beats that or nothing.
Yeah, Granny, I'm afraid he's got it.
Miss Jane, ain't you gonna stop him?
Get Miss Hathaway on the phone.
That's right.
Well, I've got news for you.
Stop him?
Yeah.
There's plenty of soup.
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.