Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, let's forget him.

I'd a heap rather have him eatin' in my kitchen than that big, overgrown, lazy, good-for-nothin' Leif Crick.

Take your shoes off.

Right now, I'm anxious to get to work.

No, no, no, honey.

You're right, Granny.

That sounds like it.

What I have in mind for a night watching old Jed's money is if you was to put it into some gunny sacks, I'd sit on them sacks with my shotgun across my lap.

I said it last night and I'll say it again this morning.

I knew his pa and his pa before him.

I'm afraid you caught me resting a bit.

What a bundle of energy.

That's the kind of a man I am.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

He lives in the gully.

He's on his way back to the hill.

Habit of a lifetime, sir.

Like that, Jed and me.

Make yourself at home.

Don't look like them two are spoiled, man.

You don't want to feel, uh, what's the word?

My barber would be happy to come over here to my office and give you one.

You do what I tell you.

Without no car, no money, no food, all sick and starving.