Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's another carload right behind us.
There, I've said it.
I'm Biff Steele and I'm... Yeah, we've been looking for you.
I reckon you'll be wanting this.
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.
It is Keats, Shelley, Byron, and Browning.
What's the matter with you, ripcord?
I'm Jed Clampett.
Well, now hold on, boy.
Cod liver oil of my companionship.
What you got there, boy?
Well, he's gone.
You read me, Homer?
I don't feel like playing fetch the stick.
Well, Jed?
Dally, you've changed.
Pretty face and shapely figure are no longer the key to romance.
No, but I'll run.
Death Row, get a grip on yourself.
Good.
Mr. Drysdale, my name is Riprock... Dash Riprock.
I'll think of some way.