Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, by the way, his name is Homer Bedlow.
No, no, no!
Oh, he's just one of those officious meddlers.
Well, just ignore him.
Yes, well, thank you.
The International Brotherhood of Fish Cleaners.
All in all, I was there near two weeks.
How about some fresh flowers in front of it?
Turn me loose in your loan department and I'll show you rottenness you never dreamed of.
Hold it right there, butler.
Also, fish clean.
A Beverly Hillbilly.
I had a nice thought.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
This man's been fighting our battles for us.
It's true.
If his folks see how you poached his hair on Mr. Cratchit, they'll come and bunch you.
Hold on just a minute.
But Granny, it's five o'clock in the morning.
No, no, no, no.
What happened?
Sure enough are.
How come?
Friends, the bank building won't even be open.
Swimming pools, movie stars.
We're in this together.
We'll see who serves who.
Ah!
Behave yourself.
It's the early bird that catches the worm.
Mess with me, and I'll serve it on you.
How did you know my name?
Goodbye.
What's going on?
What?
♪ From the halls of Sacramento to the shores of O.L.A.
Yes, ma'am.
I'll gladly pay that price to save my friends the clap.
For Jed Clappett is a prince among men!
He could have been rotten to the core.