Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where are you?
She knows two more.
Yes, indeed.
I say, Jethro Bowdeen, aha, another man.
Well, he's awful cute, Wilbur.
I'd rather like it.
Oh, hi.
Biff Steele?
I don't like that dash rip-rock fella no better than you.
Y'all come back now, hear?
Every actor in the studio wants to meet her.
Swimming poos, movie stars.
I don't feel like playing ball neither.
How are you?
And then I stomp out in a jealous rage.
How are you, sir?
No, I guess not.
Oh, hi there, Miss Jane.
Roses are red, vials are blue, so I've been sticking, so it's good.
It boils down to this.
Oh, well, sure hope she makes it quick.
Those are my orders.
I figured she had to look like that.
There'll be cheats and carrot juice.
It was a catastrophe, Mr. Ripsnort.
It will be all the sweeter when we do meet.
According to this, your name is Homer Noodleman.
But you shouldn't have come here, naughty boy.
Howdy, fellas!
Miss Jane, whereabouts is Ellie?