Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One of these days, he's gonna have to play some real music.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.
They're playing tricks.
Nice, was it?
To my great good fortune, I've never heard that one either.
Well, I sure hope he gets here soon.
It's just that... Well then, why don't you just ask this Stromboli fella?
Granny, I was referring to the music of Brahms, Bach, Beethoven.
Now, that's the kind of music you're gonna learn to play.
You rusted on the floor to play it.
Ten million a year?
Stradivarius ignoramus, huh?
And wouldn't you know, the city folks is just dippy over him.
I do, but I figured if he can be such a hit playing that itty-bitty violin, I'll be twice as popular with the girls playing one that's bigger.
That's what the point is for.
I can't quite imagine Sebastian Stromboli saying that.
My ears have been slapped in the face.
I'm for putting anything in his hands that takes the place of a knife and fork.
He's making it up as he goes along.
That song's responsible for more weddings than the shotgun.
It only paid $16 for mine.
Why, you ignorant mutants!
You insult, Stromboli.
I told him you'd be just as happy if he'd learn the boy there's a hog jowl where your heart ought to be.
But we're talking about there's a hog jowl where your heart ought to be.
Yeah, but he usually eats them in a bowl with milk.
I've never heard of the song.
If he don't know a redneck or there's a hog jowl, I wonder what he plays at his concert.