Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can you help me?
Some deal.
Well, Jed, spring wouldn't be spring unless I walked up a good big pot of collards and side meat.
Well, they had an hour to eat before they come.
Watch great stories and witness the miracles.
Not after he smelled that vile hillbilly brew.
There's one that will.
Hi, brother.
Now, if you wish to continue this conversation, please lower your voice.
Doubtless a man of fastidious taste.
Granny, you reckon I could have a little helping to hold me to supper?
Ellie?
No, we don't get down to the post office much.
When you were yelling, free, free!
Now remember, Tuck, these folks think I'm just sort of a singing hobo, and I like it that way.
We'll be lookin' for you.
♪ Collard greens, collard greens, good old collard greens ♪ ♪ Cornbread and pat-pats and good old collard greens ♪
Why did he go next door?
Here's your water, Granny.
Never going back.
Nashville, Tennessee, ma'am.
Now that I would purely love.
Where are you from?
What's the problem?
Never mind that.
Sure.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move it!
Couldn't he come?