Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, sure she is, Granny.

I'll tell you something else it ain't got.

This one, she calls it her shorthand.

What kind of dress did you call that?

Don't taste neither.

Well, perhaps you'd like to stretch your legs.

Oh, we'd have gone calling and brought her over a mess of pwne and skin possum.

I know what you mean.

Yes, ma'am, we are.

All right, we'll hop in.

Small world, ain't it?

Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm and pretty, too.

How come the neighbors ain't come to visit us?

Ma's coming out here?

climbing fences and walls and jumping over hedges to get around those cement ponds where there are a lot of half-naked women laying there smearing themselves with oil and yelling at you to get out, get out.

Now, don't forget.

I think I know what's ailing you two.

Let's call up Cousin Pearl and tell her to come on out here.

Granny, I didn't write that letter by hand.

I'm careful with a gun.

Now, did you hear that, Jed?

Well, I'm sick of this home, I can tell you that.

It's called dictation.

What's that got to do with it?

If she can't get a husband out here, there ain't no hope.

And I said, no sir, that dog ain't had nothing shot.

And they'd like it just fine if I could bring some more girls along.

What's that got to do with being friendly?

Well, Miss Hathaway, she pinned a piece of paper onto every dress she got me.