Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I'm quite alone.
If Cousin Marcus dies, he's to blame.
Sit down, pretty.
Yes.
No, I don't want to leave her alone again, Jethro.
Buckeye, snakeboard, dogbane, horse mint, spiderweb, eye of a newt.
Well, come on, stomp!
Come on, everybody!
One of my best homemade cures.
Excuse me.
What do you make of that, Jim?
Oh, and off to the left there, we see the famous old White Cliffs of Dover.
We done overshot England again.
Just a minute, ma'am.
Just keep him warm.
Hey, have you ever been a damsel in distress?
I beg your pardon.
You gotta have sawdust to spread around.
You just answered your own question.
Well, sorry for the delay.
I'm his majesty's head bartender, Sir Jethro de Bode, not at a round table.
That's my knife down.
Jed Clampett.
I say throw down on him with your shotgun.
There's a heap of work to setting up a fair.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Bring it yourself, honey.
Hey, your microphone's heating up.
What you mean?
And going across it there, the famous old London Bridge.
But whoever weighed it must have had his thumb on the scale.
That is.
Satisfell.