Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've got a beautiful little spot here, loaded with atmosphere.

That's enough now.

Couldn't we save this talk till after, Vittles?

Like they say, clothes makes the fry cook.

I want to show them the new restaurant Mr. Drysdale got me.

It was a good thing we decided to happen by.

Now Bessie's sure upset.

I ain't had nothing to eat since breakfast but a few bananas.

There goes your dinner, Jed.

I can't go to be medium rare by now.

How they really get here is where the birds and the bees come in.

Now, I ain't even sure you ought to be let out of the house.

He's on the leash, and she cranks the organ.

I'll knock you off!

Back in the jiffy.

There's no challenge.

He's probably got his hands full taking care of paying customers.

I sure don't want to show up there with a bunch of beat-up old junk like that.

I ain't got one here.

There's a smell of perfume in the air.

Come out here and get ready for some good eating.

Don't worry, ma'am.

I'd like to use your telephone.

That's the third set of hinges he's going through this week.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Well, I tried putting it in my boot, but it made me walk lopsided.

Howdy, Mr. Drysdale.