Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

What can I do for you, ma'am?

The gypsy's blessing upon you.

I just turned down your king.

Yes, and I see jail in your future.

And what stock shall I buy?

Ah, is a curse deductible?

Oh, don't blame yourself, ma'am.

Now, you stay in here.

Could my son and I make camp here overnight?

This is my son, Yerko.

I hope you ain't setting too much store by what that gypsy told you.

Well, how about something popular, like 10-cent cotton, 40-cent meat?

If you will let me see your hand again... Run, Gizmo!

And you must be my gypsy fellow.

And this hand I'm saving for you right over my knee when I get you home.

Yeah, I sure am glad you're too smart to believe in that nonsense.

Now you listen.

Uh, where was I? 20.

Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.

For a small sum of $1, I tell your fortune.

Now hit the Romney trail before I call the bunco squad.

And I can see it now, too.