Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's so proud of it, he's out looking for another rock.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
Congratulations, madam.
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heaping helping of their hospitality.
Viacom.
I'm under terrific pressure.
Drips on your face, runs down your arms, it's plum awful.
Oh yeah.
In fact, he isn't even in town.
Yes, with the exception of the pantries and the kitchen.
Your name, madam?
Uncle Jed, you can't be a real artist without you got a beautiful model posing for you.
Nope, I'm feeling better.
Granny just put some vittles on the stove, we can talk over a plate of groundhog stew.
All great artists does it, Uncle Jet.
Shall I summon the clappers to the door?
Drysdale said.
I'm going to find me a rock and chisel me out a masterpiece.
How about taking a little snack for the road?
Yeah, he's found himself a sculpting rock.
Yes.
I'm the most expensive model in the agency.
Nor has my husband.
I'm in kind of a hurry.
Oh, heck no.