Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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