Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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