Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nothing can stop me.

She throwed me 40 feet on my head!

And speaking of deals, did you tell Drysdale we're not going to hold him to that $10,000 price?

He's a collard addict.

I'll vouch for that.

Your wife just might leave you.

A boy by the name of Pat Boone?

All you need is seasoned wood.

To investigate that odor.

Will we see you tonight?

Doc, you go ahead.

Don't tell me you sold this place for $100,000.

Drop off in Madison.

Where is he, by the way?

How long you been here in California?

Hair tie and minks ready.

With sweet taters.

Don't worry, you're going to get your 10% of my collards and fat back.

He was in the neighborhood when he smelled them, Jed.

Come back now, dear.

Him with his picture in the post office.

Glad to have you, son.

I may come on into Fayetteville, Shelbyville, maybe even Beagle.

Is this really on the level they don't know who you are?

This is Mr. Boone.

The boy come by it honest.

I promise you, I'm not sleeping in freight yards.

Granny, you don't quick-hide a 500-pound bear.