Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We had Thanksgiving dinner together.
I'm leaving home.
I want to meet him.
Well, we'll see him next trip.
Here I am, Ab.
Who is this old nut?
Well, I didn't expect... Seven years you've been promising to get a fella for Ellie.
Farming.
On second thought, I got to be home at supper time to, um...
I'll arrange it.
So it is.
I told them gals in Hooterville, if they come to Hollywood, I'd introduce them to Dash Riprock, the movie star.
Where is he?
You are rotten, Homer.
When word gets around that a big Hollywood producer director endorses his apples, they'll go like that.
I took a family of poor, uneducated backwoods bumpkins and gave them all this.
Granny said to expect you.
I had to give him breakfast in bed.
Rotten bear!
She is two months old.
How about giving it to me now?
Mr. Duralman, wait, please!
Yes.
Oh, I'll never forget this little critter.
No ma'am, that's a rat.
While the bears hibernate, this one lies awake, thinking of things for me to do.
His autograph!
That old fellow's got a lot of gumption.
The clappets will soon be back.
Well, back so soon?
Hope you forgive the boy.