Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't think I could hold anything in mine.
Oh, so that's what it is.
I'm your ma, uh, s'il vous plait, best friend.
She does enjoy it.
Statues will be erected of you.
What's that?
She will play that again.
Oh, no, no, that'd be downright unneighborly of us to let you do that.
I will not.
So help me, if those uncouth hillbillies become my social peers, life will cease to be worth living.
Hey, look at all the fine surprises here at Cotton Pearl Brunkford.
Thank you.
Well, I sure don't see one around here.
I ain't sure.
Uncle Jed, Granny wants... Bonjour, monsieur.
Oh, you're doing beautifully, Mrs. Drysdale.
That's right.