Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's just barely able to do the Tennessee Limp.
Black gold.
She is a cave-in.
Why, sure, yeah.
She's got a lot going for her.
He loves you a heap.
Upstairs, downstairs, out in the kitchen.
Hey!
Oh, no, it's not.
Inspire me with your nearness.
luster to love limb, Earl Scruggs.
Well, if she is, she sure makes a fine-looking corpse.
Hi there, Mr. Black.
Oh, greetings, CB.
What did you say?
How'd the screen test go?
He must have got his second wind.
Morning, Earl!
My pleasure.
The lab worked all night and got the film processed.
Yes, sir.
Miss Hathaway's going to drive me right to the studio for wardrobe fittings.
Well, good luck, darling.
Oh, yes, ma'am.
Why, sure I do, honey, but I done shook eight bushels of corn, chopped four cords of wood, and ground a whole barrel of meal, and chased that goat put near to town and back.
Oh, shucks.
You got to admit, Jed, Lester and me was right.
Gladys, what are you doing?
I heard him chopping wood at the crack of dawn.
I slept in them.