Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ready for what, ma'am?

I'm looking for my sweet little old Esabelle Crick from back home.

Jethro, uh... The girl you're gonna marry is waiting in the house.

Granny, I ain't sure it's $35 million no more.

Ain't there anything I can do?

That leaves Esabelle out.

You'd have been married to that no-account Mel Pratt.

I do hope you'll tell Mr. Drysdale how well we have treated you here.

I'm all ready to dance.

Well, now, I ain't a wall earning money like you, Jeff.

Never mind your trouble, Ethro.

Did I hear you mention the name Drysdale?

I'm taking my essay out of here.

Forget it, Lee.

I reckon a man's daughter's got the body... All right, let's suppose when you stop blowing on the fur and get to the hide, what are you trying to say?

I like pumpkin pie as well as apple.

All right, yes, sir.

Guess Rowe got out of line, did he?

What a place, huh, Isabelle?