Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Down in my heart.

You're a copter maniac.

All right, if she leaves me alone, I'll leave her alone.

I hope you're writing all this down.

Well, least ways there won't be no sneak attack, I warn you.

$10 a piece for dahlia bulbs?

Now, wait a minute.

Reuben, please.

Throw the dirt on me.

And the other three varieties will be named for the rest of the Clampetts.

He stands 9 or 10 foot tall and has the strength of 40 mules.

You're no thief.

Don't lust after my shovel.

Oh, I forgot, you ate me.

But remember, they must be buried with the eyes up.

She's about to swap her olive branch for a shotgun.

Never mind the gun, boy.

Well, maybe he ain't 12-foot.

They happen to be specially cut redwood planks to frame in my new dahlia beds.

Right in the corner where you are.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

Granny, are you all right?

And though you covet what's rightfully mine, I give it to you with a glad heart.

That woman is a common thief, a scavenger.

Either that or Mr. Ted and his bulbs go back to the hot house.

Show him to me!