Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How'd you know?

There's been plenty spilled on the table, though.

How do you reckon the folks that lived here before us passed things?

You've never done that before.

It's something sweet.

Sure, but I ain't never even seen him.

But Mr. Drysdale says his boy will be just happy to come a-courtin' Ellie.

That's the Clampett girl, Ellie May.

But mind me, we're having five for a Thanksgiving meal.

The color may not be right, Mother, but I sure dig that crazy container.

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

Who is what, dear?

Swimming pools, movie stars.

It did good, ain't it?

I have never submitted to a blind date before, and I refuse to do it now.

Sometimes that drives them wild.

He's expecting you to call this afternoon.

Jethro, hand out the pot passers and the meat stabbers, and let's get at it.

Now listen to me, Sonny.

But my dear, I haven't finished the genealogical check of their family tree.

And then he goes to carefully, little at a time, scooching down to where he's within reaching distance of the girl.

Vassar, Wellesley, and Smith.