Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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