Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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