Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wouldn't laugh.
Everything but a cook.
Oil, that is.
Come in.
Jethro...
May I have a sip of your water?
I suppose you cleaned off the whole table.
I think I can find you a stool.
All right, Jethro, the rest is up to you.
See, I got me a French cookbook.
Yeah, and I've been looking at you, big duck, and it's all wrong with France.
Oh, that ain't it.
I'm going to talk to Mr. Drysdale.
Yeah, Pa.
Boy, that's your restaurant.
Coming up.
Well, what I had in mind was... Forget it, Uncle Jed.
You're looking awful dirty.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubble and crude.
Jethro's rolls is in the oven.
What I'd give to see his knife and fork clanking together again, the sparks flying in every direction.
Forget it, Ellie.