Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wonder who made mine.
Here we are, chief.
Let me carry it.
Left without eating his regular breakfast.
You might think my music is trash and rubbish, but, tag on it, I make two million dollars a year playing it.
I have been talking to him and his attitude towards music is all wrong.
I say you don't.
Come on out, wherever you are.
Thank you, darlin'.
Worst he can say is, folks, I'd rather not.
Well, Maggie Powell knows where Jethro is.
I wonder if he'd mind if we listened in.
Sounds like it, too.
Huh?
Well, you ought to know this one.
Ed?
Well, I did.
You've seen him around food before.
Two million?
I don't know, but your hand's shivering like a cold dog.
For some reason, he seems a mighty fratchy.
Are you sure you'll be all right with Jethro?
He went downtown without doing his chores?
Me neither.
Ridiculous!