Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And there's some things I need for that Thanksgiving spread.
Now, are you sure I'd guss it up?
I'll do that.
Hold on.
But it takes money, too, darling.
We sure have got a lot to be thankful for, Lord.
I can't.
Who steals my purse, steals trash.
The trampets are here!
Oh, it is sordid!
Good heavens.
My baby's not ready for marriage.
How do I know what she'll look like?
To those girls, I'm an idol.
Sunny Drysdale to see Miss Clampett.
We're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heaping helping of their hospitality.
There, there.
Yes, sir.
Margaret, he's 35 years old.
Ted, maybe you better whittle some sharp points on a few of them, and then we can spear the meat and pass it.
What if she don't get back before Sonny Drysdale comes?
But we sure would be proud to have you all come and take Thanksgiving vittles with us.
It is built solid.
Where's Sonny?
No, not yet.
Jethro, hand out the pot passers and the meat stabbers, and let's get at it.
I understand they're no better than peasants.
Here I am.
Well, we've straightened out the misunderstanding, and now these people have something they want to say.
Help me out.
I've heard the most disturbing reports about the Clampetts.
Honey?
What a picture you make.
The Beverly Hillbilly.