Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not till it gets dark.
Howdy.
Since when can you write letters?
Black gold.
Well, she says little old Mary is everybody's favorite.
I'm sure there are.
Oh shucks, it ain't nothing but a heap of bricks, but we call it home.
I'm her nephew, Jethro.
Now, Granny, will you just let me say one thing?
Oh, there you are.
There.
Yeah, I wrote her a letter.
Granny, what this place has done for her is a plain miracle.
Well, you can do lots of things, Granny.
I got something for you.
But I'm bound and determined to keep this family together.
You're a queen.
That's mighty neighborly of you.
I bet you're an armful of mama.
Mr. Drysdale's off in Boston with his missus, so let's go this way.
I wish you could have seen her go out that door looking like a queen in a picture book.
Probably, so lie on us.
Ah, hold on.
What'd you get?