Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You there, young man.
Well, we'll see.
Jed?
I even whopped it with an iron skillet.
Just a moment!
Yeah, I remember.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
And get rid of those old clothes, dear.
There ain't no goose or duck.
You get the fire and I'll go with her.
Here's that bucket.
Cipher something for Mr. Dry Deal.
Uncle Jed, guess what?
Wait till she cooks it.
Stop, you barbarian!
Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.
Fine-looking young fella.
Oh, yes, you are, if I must subdue you forcefully.
Ain't got a flu.
Granny!
It ain't fitting.
A heap of chicken?
Glad to see you're taking the firm hand.
Miss Granny, I didn't, I didn't touch a drop.
Thank you, ma'am.
Don't I want feather of that beautiful bird?