Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And how do we do that, Mr. Sixth Grade Graduate?
Oil, that is.
It shows them that I care.
He proposed... He didn't propose.
Mr. Drydale's employees, they're staging a demonstration.
I'm coming, children!
I'd like to borrow your fancy red convertible to drive to Hooderville.
Oh, no, I ain't.
There you see.
Leave him here, Jim.
Well, let's go.
I'll go talk to Mr. Drysdale.
Suspense is just killing me.
Oh, thank you, Granny.
Good idea.
Did you hear that yet?
Jail?
Sit down, Jed, and I'll read you my letter.
If it commences to give you high blood, just raise your hand and you can leave the room.
I may let this one go off.
Jethro's staying home.
No.
Howdy, Miss Jean.
What do they want from me?