Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where are we going?

We wasn't doing too good, Miss Jane.

Well, let's start by getting her out of that dress.

I'm going to beat him up and throw him in the pond.

Now, Granny, you scour the country out back of the house, and I'll cover the other direction.

I'm gonna beat you up and throw you in the cement pump!

Her secret love, Mr. Ideal.

Throw it in the pile and I'll take these up to your room.

But we've got to get Ellie out of this somehow.

Well, why don't you stay here and visit with Miss Jane?

Hey, Ellie, them biscuits you made this morning was just great.

I got a awful wallop.

Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.

Not with Granny around, I can't.

It's Luke Short's boy.

Here, Miss Jane, now just shoot the skillet.

Shucks, we'll buy you some.

Sounded more like Granny, but I don't know what she be shooting at.

Good hunting, Miss Jane.

Well, no, Luke, that ain't thunder.

I'm glad, because I got pretty night $30 sold into the lining of my suit.

Open the door and let the groom in.

I guarantee it.

Oh, but you are.

Fulfill your destiny.

I'll take full responsibility.

Tell everybody in the parlor, I'll fix some cold cider.

Just over to the sofa.