Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, Bunny Honey.

The cable's always breaking.

I didn't know you was what you call one of them rate cardin' artists.

Of course you can't, sweetheart.

I just love to hear you perform.

Don't let nobody in to see me lest they's got a big name like Elizabeth Taylor or Sir Lawrence Olivier, huh?

Jethro, have you got any real clients at all?

I done said goodbye to Elly May.

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

Oh, Roy, sweetie, I didn't see you there.

That's a good time of day.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

You know that secretary downstairs you refer to as Dumb Bunny?

Sure enough, why?

What are you doing here?

Why don't you try hitting the ball with the head down?

No, no, not here, Bunny.

Well, I don't mind, Mr. Clampett.

Well, brain surgeons dress very nicely.

But this fella from this big record company heard me last Saturday and asked me to come out here to see about it.

They probably caught him and took him back to the funny farm.

My speed is the bug tussle, Bill.

Roy, that's what you call real dancing music.

Oh, you caught my act at the club last night.

He's on the whole fifth floor of Mr. Drysdale's bank building.

Your limousine is ready, Mr. Bodine.

About what you're getting now.

What do you think he'll pay?

Oh, you're never out of it, dear.

Thank you, Pussycat.

I can't let them Hicks and Hasties clutter up my office.

Why don't you take one back to your desk and do something earth-shaking like getting your notebook?