Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I... I can't tell you that.
I don't know why not.
But Granny, I gotta get my spy supplies.
I got a couple of favors to ask you.
She is?
Find a different place to hide my secret radio.
Come on, Granny.
Well, I'd be glad to talk to you about that.
I ain't got no radio for my heel.
I'm Jed Clement.
Our usual wager, Milburn.
Really, really?
She faces weeks of suffering while those shattered bones knit.
You see, you won't meet her again before the contest.
Never mind him.
I see you fetched company home for supper.
We wouldn't have any country.
Did you forget her too?
How about paddling?
You one of them, uh, double-knot spies?
He's just seen a James Bond movie and he fancies himself another 007.
Can't!
Geez!
Did you hear that?
Go with your cousin Jethro and see that he fetches my riddles back home.
You won't get away with this, Cushing.
Young bones, men quickly.
Who are you?
What's that handle there?
I got spying to do.
Skiing accident.
What is it, boy?
Are you gonna hickory switch him or am I?