Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Laughter.
That flimsy grate holds up.
Oh, yes, you are.
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.
There is a time for work and a time for play.
But Ellie Mae, ain't nobody can ever tell you how pretty you really are, see what I mean?
Oh, uh, I understand Jethro is an Oxford man.
Well, I don't know what you're cooking him, but if he wants any vittles for me, somebody better shoot a possum.
No, Mr. Clapper, this is your driveway.
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
Ah, cutting trees and chopping logs ain't no work for a girl.
No, no, I mean you have a stove already installed in the kitchen.
Now, here, you see?
You are through.
Uncle Jed!
Jithro, you can take that pink chicken back out to the cement pond.
Single, too.
Paul went to school there, too.
Oh, yes ma'am.
Why, they are steps, so the cattle can walk right down into it and get a drink!
Well, I mean, that's right pretty.
Now, let's see.
You're fired.
I'll tell you.
But this little lady's been a right big help to us.
See?
And all trimmed and topped and strung together with the black rope, so as no matter which one you cut, the others keep it from falling.
Jethro won the Eaton Championship.