Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's an exciting Western on.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
Well, all of a sudden, he points up towards his house and says, my wife, that's her window.
You have to stick your finger in them holes and spin her a while.
Number?
Yes.
That's sobering up mash.
I'd like to buy some stock.
Just fine, Pop.
No, no, no.
I give it a swallowing to see how far it jumps.
I'll need you to help find the makings from a sobering-up mash.
You know, Jethro,
No, surely not.
Oh, I purtner forgot.
Because his wife's kin ain't no help.
Big!
Why not?
Well, this here's Granny, and I'm Ellie May.
It was the funniest thing what happened to him.
All right, dear, but first I have a surprise.
No pigs neither.
I'm sorry, madam, but Mrs. Drysdale cannot be disturbed.
When she comes to, you just spoon half of this down her and then stand back.
Oh, dear, I do admit that's a very old plot, but I'm sure we can get something better.
Want me to stay and help you do for Miss Drysdale?
I'll get the window.