Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Allen, it ain't the same. It ain't the same.
Upstairs, sugarplum. You let go of her, old woman!
- Hello, J.R. - Oh, morning, Sue Ellen. Morning.
Thought you were a fun-loving lady.
But in all this wind and dust, no way to fix anything.
The storm is moving across the state in a northwesterly direction.
- Grandma, why should I have to...? - Lucy, you be still!
- No? - Any way we choose is a winner.
- What? - Those ladies are so pretty.
- My daddy still here? - In his office.
... the storm has already left devastation.
We didn't come for one of our own.
- Yes. Oh, Ray Krebbs hurt his knee. - Is it serious?
Come on, missus. A little louder.
...right off the main street by two guys last night.
Listen. Honey, it isn't what you think.
That sounds like a good idea. You have a nice time.
Well, what has that got to do with me?
Well, it is for me. I ain't got what I come for.
Lucy!
When J.R. And Ray get there, it'll be okay.
Wonder how them broads get that way sometimes.
I've gotta go now, honey. Bye-bye.
Right!
Oh, I am now.
...his family.
Bye.
If they're not back in an hour, call me.
- It's gonna be a hard choice, ain't it? - Not for me.
I wish they could turn that thing off in here.