Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, Sam, it was sure sweet reading it, but it would be even sweeter if I was hearing it from your own lips.

Now, what can I do for you?

And these are going to need stamps made of asbestos.

Go get it back.

He told us he was a big Hollywood producer.

This one's for Jethro, too, from Bobby Joe Bradley.

Oh, that's right.

Come on, give Granny a letter.

I aim to give him a good stiff jolt of anesthetic.

Take a wedding dress and a bait bucket.

When I came through the lobby just now, they all chanted in unison... Here come the Scrooge!

Well, I'll tell you.

Yep, we're going back to Hooterville for Christmas.

I take it you didn't get Sam's letter back.

Well, Zoe, sow belly.

That's a good idea.

I guess you think it's kind of silly for someone so old.

Yesterday I saved the sausage, skinned my chitlins, and hung my ham.

Oh, it ain't for me.

Let me have it.

Uh, Miss Jane, would you mind driving us to Hooterville?

That was your question?

Oh, wow, we're going to have to start writing our love letters on butcher paper.

Hi, Mr. Drysdale.

Were you there when the clock went off?

Oh, that was Bobby Joe Bradley.