Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, Granny, absolutely not.
Ain't often you meet a fella who eats his cobs and all.
A hurdy-gurdy, peanut butter and jelly.
He wants to open a restaurant.
Now, he must be what you're calling intellectual.
Okay, a hamburger.
Just hope he makes a good businessman.
Sit down.
Boy.
I hope you two air through with your talk... because, uh... this hose... is... ready!
Oh!
Well, let's see.
He walked all the way down here.
Don't remind me.
Four hours without a customer.
Swimmin' poos, movie stars.
Fancy ain't gonna work with Jeff Roleston.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
I'm sorry, Uncle Jim.
He gets his notions from them kind books he's always reading.
Yeah, there's almost half an inch of grease on it!
Mr. Clampett, you wanted to talk about buying a restaurant for Jethro?
Benny!
That's right, just decide what you want to be.
I ain't quite figured out where the bees fit in.
Well, now, let's stay out of his way.
He ate them too.
I'll knock you off!
That place wouldn't make decent looking firewood.
You see, there's this great big bird called a stork.
What do you see?
What do you call a little?
Nothin'.
What do you say now?
Look, Duncan Hines, I just want to use your telephone.
Miss Jane is looking for you.
I'm going to make mine world famous.
You can relax, Jeff.
Yes, ma'am.
I miss him, Jed.