Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.
I think you and the girls better wait in the hall.
Man, I mean, they got rings, cufflinks, neckties, back right off the map.
Of course not.
Is he, Drosser?
Wave, Jed, wave.
Remember that fancy livestock he promised you?
You're a terrible aggravation to me, but I still love you.
Come on in.
If you're looking for them girls, I got them up in my room.
All right, Mr. Drydale, I'm listening.
Oh, on the contrary.
The meeting of two oil kings.
Well then check on the dancing girl.
I thought so.
Mr. Drysdale?
Yes, sir.
He does possess a gift equal to mine.
Oh, wait a minute, Uncle Jeff.
What a vision of delight!
So it's you.
Heck no.
One thousand pieces of gold.
Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.
I speak of you, princess of the heavens, moon of my delight, oasis of my desire.
Now, Ellie, you let them girls out of Granny's room and fetch them down to the parlor when I call you.
Your meeting with the sheep will be the high point of the telecast.
A $40 makeup job down the drain.
No, sir, not pearls.
The ship of the desert?