Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tissue, my foot!
He's feeling real spry.
Would you promise to keep it strictly business?
Oh, that's baby fat yet he's still living on it.
To fix my shop door, I'm going to perform a mercy killing.
Don't worry, Mr. Clappett.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
Yes, the woman who's always been like a daughter to Granny.
A riot?
Help is here.
Your coot cobbler sure was a hit.
There he is, my lover boy.
Six years of nothing but myrtles cooking, he'll be a walking skeleton.
This has been a Filmways presentation.
How are you?
They're nutty as fruitcakes.
Right!
Now, why don't you do that right now?
Ain't nobody makes it like Big Mama.
But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
Myrtle Halsey.
Business so good, she done sent me out here to open up a Hollywood branch.