Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But when you are in desperate need of a buzzard egg cooker, don't come crawling to me.
I can cook anything, strange or exotic.
No jokes, Miss Jane, thank you.
Naw.
I hear that.
No more than a gallon or two.
Hot dog!
I don't know anybody else that'd hire him.
I'm used to havin' Jethro.
I'm as sure-footed as a mountain goat.
Howdy, Miss Amos.
Where's Granny?
Uh, how about a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich?
At your age, you ought to be hearing.
Shucks, no.
Good.
Bye, Miss Jane.
I miss him setting up to the table and wolfing down his dinner in 30 seconds flat.
Have you a reservation?
Goodbye, Mr. Clavitt, Granny.
Concentrate.
What kind of business?
Aw, that ain't it.
Hey, look, where's your phone?
Hey, genius, watch where you're stepping.
But it was always something to shoot for.
Running water?
My very own business, huh?