Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The doctor gave you them pills. You taking them pills?

I never thought of ever leavin' Butcher Holler

Right now I want you to meet a little gal

(CROWD CHEERING)

We'd better be a whole lot more careful next time.

(PLAYING COUNTRY MUSIC)

Doo? What are you doing?

Let's get it boys. Always loads easy on payday

But in the wintertime we'd all get a brand-new pair

Oh, wait a minute, Doo! I ought to put on some lipstick.

Yeah, I got something to tell you, too.

MAN 1: Go get 'em, Loretta. MAN 2: There she is.

Yeah... Stop ya growlin.

DOOLITTLE: Hey, put that thing back on.

Hey, now, wait a minute, by God...

MAN: Nice show, Patsy!

Dadgummit, Doo, wait a minute! People can see in here.

He doesn't know.

DJ 2: WMIT in Middlesboro...

Loretta, I am leaving Kentucky.

Slow down, Doo!

And that's what you look like to me

Cuss, drink, chase wild women.

Sit up big and listen to your mama.

and she'll follow you just fine.

TED: Okay, fellas.

When do you think I'll ever be able to tell y'all apart?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(GASPS) (BABY CRYING)

to Miss Loretta Lynn!

I guess I get it, then.

I'm walkin' the floor over you

(CHUCKLES) She ain't got... Okay, Loretta Lynn!

Darlin', if you don't want it,

honor and keep her in sickness and in health

The work we done was hard

Two things I want you to promise me, boy.

See if we can't get a smile out of old sourpuss here.

I'm gonna get on the Grand Ole Opry, too, just as soon as I can.

I'll sit there in that green chair.

I got the idea...

Just like your daddy.

you'd know that ain't no act.

right here till 6:00, neighbors.

Bet they're wondering what's happened to their mama.

let's get us one of them babysitters

We're gonna be damn lucky not to lose our FCC license for this.

Right behind, top drawer.

I want you to look at heaven, baby. BETTY SUE: Mama.

You ain't never rode in a car before, have you?

Takes that lamb and takes that squirrel

Business is good, you see. I'm selling more whiskey than I can make.

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.

We were so happy my heart was in a whirl

Yeah, I heard ya.

Was on that Georgia line

To find her a good ol' slow-talkin' country boy

and forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him

When you sing, I feel like you're talking about my life.

Baby. (SOBBING)

I mean, one day I was just

MAN: (SINGING) Play in the house and play in the sea

MAN: The corner and put that big ol' thing

(CROWD LAUGHING)

(SINGING) There ain't no pipe can settle this fight

Probably never.

Mess of paychecks. I've been saving 'em.

Yeah. (LAUGHING)

'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man

Hey, now, you listen here, I went ashore over yonder at D-day plus four

You were eating all day. Sit up there.

WOMAN: He's got a wife on the Opry. That's right.

Emergency, she said.

'Cause you're my wife, darling.

If you're on the charts, you're gonna get played.

MAN 2: Anything else in this here?

soon as you get some rest.

To find her a good ol' slow-talking country boy

Not much left but the floor

Have you seen Doo?

Well, why did you lie to us? Huh?

to get on top of a pile of junk.

"The White House social season."

(SINGING) They say to have her hair done

Mmm-hmm. Yeah, I will.

He took the picture, too.

It's just not clear and we have to set up the schedule properly.

Run off and worry everybody to death.

Course if you had have been working for him,

ignorant hillbilly ass every step of the way!

Mommy, I shouldn't have left.

Let me get my parrots, baby.

In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler

You ain't gonna get that thing up this holler.

I ain't gonna make you do nothing you don't wanna do.

Don't even think about what you're supposed to say, just start talking.

Yeah, (CHUCKLES) Together.

That you've been a-lovin' my man

Let's get it, boys. Always loads easy on payday.

Good day, isn't it?

Patsy heard you tonight and she wants you to come and see her.

I believe married life's making you fat, girl.

MAN: Fire in the hole!

I see a woman crying. Looks to me like a man crying, too.

You did the right thing, Doo, leaving here.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

You're the auctioneer. You ain't supposed to bid.