Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They ought to be punished!
Well, come on, Johnny.
Put your cousin down!
Tell me what to say.
All about taking me.
It was me calling him one that started all this mess!
No.
Them two always was thick as cold molasses.
Oh, thank you.
No, no, no, no.
Hey, man, how long I gotta split wood?
Thousands of them screaming, we want Johnny.
I'll tell you on the way down to the freight yards.
Don't push me and don't rile me.
That letter, baby.
And when she's gone, she can build a barn out of a berry box.
My mother and I got on the train in Salt Lake City, but it's taken all this time to get back here to your car.
Well, I ain't done nothing.
That ain't no account, young'un.
Come back!
Oh, I love them all.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
First thing you need is some good hot vittles.
Listen, you gully jumper, you take away your echo chamber, the guy who plays the guitar for you, the ten-piece band, a quarter of a million dollars worth of publicity, and my brains, and you'll be back in the hills where I found you calling Hans.
I'll wait for him outside.
Well, it's gone now.
And I've mended my ornery ways like I promised.
My powers today are something fearful.