Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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