Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Alan May, you ain't feeding them critters my Playboy vittles, are you?

But that Las Vegas has got them all, Bill.

All by herself?

Oh, do you know good, Mr. Drydale?

Oh, they'll find her.

Well you can give your company turnip greens and sow belly.

Chances are she's already found some nice quiet spot to bed down for the night.

Sorry, Mr. Drysdale says I got the only one there is.

Well, she's on her way.

That's the way, Jethro.

He's pretty big.

I hope you enjoy Las Vegas.

Maybe I'd better make the arrest.

Granny Bowser declares she's going to walk home.

I hope I didn't scare you off, Bug Tussle.

Out of your what?

I'm pretty sure they do.

All your gnashing and wailing ain't gonna stop me.

I want to call my family.

That's because you're a dumb old country girl.

I'm going home and get something to eat.

I'll get up enough speed going down one hill to take me up the next.

This is Granny!

All you need is somebody to work the pedals for you.

If I just stand in front of the bank, there's flour in my buttonhole.