Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.
He's from back in our part of the country.
Well, all right boy.
So I'm never going back.
Even Granny's collars ain't worth that.
Does a possum like persimmons?
He bounced right back up.
Well, I promised Margaret if she'd stick it out for seven years, I'd let her sell the house.
Cornbread and fatback and good old collard greens.
But I ain't gonna see you.
Let them eat, Jim.
Jed, Granny?
Son, uh, we got a fine big house here with plenty of room.
Imagine that.
Did I know Red Foley?
Right now, we gotta get ready for the Spring Eatin' Festival.
Don't bust out of jail, Pat.
Oh, he likes collards, does he?
Fetch it along this evening and you can sing for your supper.
Please do hurry right in.