Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've sold the house.
They would have to fertilize their orchids today.
Oh, dear.
Oh.
Oh, this is beautiful!
Money ain't everything.
Quick, hide the bear.
You're right, Granny.
Harder, Nashville.
We all been hittin' it off real good.
$25,000, and I'll throw in all the furniture.
Uh, the first day of spring, we have this, uh, unusual odor for a few hours, and from then on, it's just heavenly fragrance.
I'm Mrs. Drysdale, and I know you're going to adore my lovely home.
There you are, Granny.
How's this?
Of course.
Oh, you're early, Mr. Policeman.
Of course not, darling.
I haven't smelled anything that wonderful since I left Nashville.
Uh, speaking of money, I reckon you could use a little.
Hot dog!
The boy's got a record, has he?
And Granny's vittles.