Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't tell me nothing.

Well, I reckon it's your only chance.

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.

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

I'm afraid not.

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.

I want to come home!

I ain't going back home.

I am going home!

All right, Buster, let's go.

Oh, you can't do that.

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

But we've got to find Granny.

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

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

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

How about getting me one of them jobs?

Without the others, what can she do?

What are you doing in jail?

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

Well, here goes my money.

Well, since Miss Jane told me how.

Don't come back now, hear?

I thought everything was fine.