Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll get a fire to go on in here and we'll see.

Pa, folks would call me a sis.

I reckon there's been a kind of a misunderstanding.

You shoot it and you skin it.

I'll get through.

Okay, Uncle Jack.

Now, here, here.

Don't blame you.

It might not get cold in the day, but it sure freezes solid at night.

Now, Jethro, you and me is going back out there and corner that chicken.

I'll show you how I know.

I presume he went to Eden as a boy.

It ain't right for folks to go against nature.

Drumstick ain't much.

Just the same, I think I'd rather have Jethro do the cutting.

You sure can, and the sooner the better.

I ain't gone away.

Hillbilly, that is.

This is your kitchen.

I shall deal with her directly.

If I know Jethro, he went to Eden the minute he was born.

Now then, what are we cooking for Mr. Clampett?

Matter of fact,

Only thing is, it don't sound like a chicken.

Talks gibberish.

You ain't forgot what I said about granny's jug of liquor.