Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ain't going back home.

I want to come home!

Well, since Miss Jane told me how.

Well, here goes my money.

All right, Buster, let's go.

She can't walk all that way pushing that load.

But we've got to find Granny.

They don't even blow out the lantern till 9 or 9.30.

I am going home!

Don't come back now, hear?

How about getting me one of them jobs?

All right now, y'all mind your manners, but don't dawdle neither, because Granny might just turn around and come right back any minute!

Well, that's just a hoot and a holler from Mincy.

There might be Playboys that serves grits and gravy in their bachelor pads, but I bet you there ain't many that can come up with turnip greens and sow belly.

I thought everything was fine.

Well, first of all, they got hundreds and hundreds of these little picture machines all over the town.

Chief, I wonder if your executive research consultant might have been an unfortunate choice of titles.

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

What are you doing in jail?

Ain't no use trying to talk me out of it.

Without the others, what can she do?

Oh, you can't do that.

Well, I reckon it's your only chance.

Don't tell me nothing.

I'm afraid not.