Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm steaming some grits.
Dean... I mean, Mr. Peter's cat just appeared at the clap.
Granny, just for what it's worth, I had another talk with Mr. Drysdale about Ellie meeting a fella.
My name is Dean Peters.
Take a guess.
Right in her prime.
That ain't no game.
She always looks at me so funny.
How do you do, Ellie?
It's only a temporary arrangement to get Jed Clapper off my back.
You don't say.
Now come on, get going.
Ellie could waste away a good bit and still be ahead of Miss Jane.
A love conjure?
I presume you know why you're here.
Who's Miss Jane?
Your doll and your lollipop, honey.
Yeah, I don't hold much store with it myself, but Granny thinks that she can conjure up a fella right out of thin air.
No!
Jim!
We can have more fun out back.
Oh, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute about getting a fella for Ellie May.
I'm brewing up a love conjurer.
I can try, but it would be like hunting bear with a fly swatter.
Lots of fun, a million laughs.
Well, couldn't you use some of your letting go powder on them?
What's all that for?