Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heaping helping of their hospitality.
Well, just everybody relax.
Oh!
All right, doggies.
Kendra, why don't you try using your head for thinking?
I might have got acquainted with him and told him how I played piano at the movie theater back home.
Ah, snap.
I didn't wash the front of the house as high up as I can get.
With all these newfangled gadgets, work around here is just plain... Where you going with that, Jessreen?
You ought to be ashamed to let me sleep this late.
It's out of gas, Uncle Jed.
Oh, my stars and goddess.
I'll have Bittles the cook in for you, you can say Jack Robinson.
Well, let's get on down to the Seamen Pond and tell everybody we're gonna have ham.
A ticket, you say?
What'd she say, Ali?
That backbiting twixt you two has got to stop.
Why, I could have played and sung the song I wrote for the chariot race in Ben-Hur.
Never mind, I'll tell her myself.
What, a nice figure you got?
It smells like ham we're cooking, Uncle Jed.
Oh, Ellie, honey.
It's putting me to sleep.
Oh, that ought to be mighty good for your rheumatism, Granny.