Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've written down a few key country expressions.
Well, let me trim his nails.
Who cares?
They was big enough to choke a horse.
All right, let's all go in, say goodbye to Mr. Drucker, and then be on our way.
Chief, your shirt's torn.
Well, it ain't from choice.
Well, he's... he's... Don't worry.
Did you hear what he called me?
Oh, fine, Mr. Clampett.
Fine, Granny.
Oh, no.
Homer's paw, noble noodleman.
Not unless we renew your contract.
It's an honest family.
Where's Tom?
What do you mean, friend?
You are not bankrupt.
Come on.
Are you referring to that darling little Kathy Jo?
That kid is another bunny parker, and it's my bank she's trying to rob.
In Beverly Hills?
Mine is the town storekeeper, the postmaster, the newspaper publisher, and banker.
Howdy, Homer!