Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just a minute!
Put her down.
Jethro!
Open it!
Granny, Granny!
You may not.
Any sign of the enemy yet?
Why, when that boy puts his mind to it, he can pick a gnat off a plate of grits at 500 feet in a heavy fall.
That's what I shoot.
Sure did.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bumbling crude.
And Jethro picked me up in his arms.
I'm the one who uncovered this hallucination.
Jethro, you drive me down to the bank.
Shoot the telephone wire.
He wooed her with a tango and a rose betwixt his teeth.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
Walk towards our house.
And if my name was Drysdale, I'd be getting out of there.