Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can vouch for his character.
Everybody's been unfriendly.
Granny, bake that child a cake with a sow in it.
Granny... What?
I guess so.
I knew a whole family of them back home.
Did you speak to Miss Hathaway?
Where that man spits, grass never grows again.
Just let me see your driver's license.
Come on down, Granny.
He goes on trial first thing in the morning.
Wait a minute.
Sam Drucker just called from Ripley.
I'm her paw.
Where is Mr. Drysdale?
No, not at all.
I must admit, it does seem a bit peculiar.
We want you to be a guest of the county for a while.
Take your shoes off.
I'll bet Sam Drucker would know.
Well, it's about time.
Keep your voice down and put that corn whiskey away.
Oh, besides, I'd better hurry next door and check in with the chief.
Yeah, we finally got him.
If you'll just listen... Ow!
He's in jail.
Mr. Crosher!
Yeah, lucky for me, he was sleeping off the snoot fall.
How much you want for that bear?
That town is easy to miss in the daytime, but at night, we had no lights to speak of on that truck.
It ain't Sam, Granny.
Who are you?
Try and stop him.
Likely Mr. Drysdale.
I object.
I'd be real careful what I say about Judge Johnson.