Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hear that, Harm?

I'm glad you think the way we do.

Don't go without me.

Uh, Mr. Clampett, would you like to go to Las Vegas with me?

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Spiteful woman.

Daddy Farquhar, Mr. Clampett is here to see you.

You still talking about him?

Now, young'uns, no more talk about Mr. For Instance.

But I sensed immediately that you and I were birds of a feather, both looking for a little excitement in the autumn of our lives.

Flo, I don't know how you do things in Boston, but from where I come from, you don't phone in your honeymoon.

Mr. Farquhar or whatever his name is.

I think he's gonna ask you for your hand.

Oh no, not this time.

You're too much of a lady.

She can help, Uncle Harris.

But Granny wanted me to start a fire under her kettle out back, so she could cook applesauce.

Let him finish.

I best go check on him.

Oh, he's a fine old gentleman.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

How long you aim to sit here with this gun?

Don't reckon you're all dressed up like that for the trace collector.

I'm going over there and demand that they extinguish that fire immediately.

Now there you go again.

Pleased as punch.