Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm down, Granny.
Herman, you stay there.
A money-hungry chorus girl.
Let's handicap the last race.
Evening, Granny.
You're welcome.
Well, don't stand there!
He's mixed up with a notorious gold digger.
Is all these folks here to bet on the horse races?
Texas tea.
She your lady love, Uncle Jeb?
Well, good.
We could do some more shopping.
He'll come dragging home tonight, flat busted, without a friend to his name.
Yes, I'm taking Mr. Clampett to the racetrack.
But it shouldn't take this long.
Hey, did you and Miss Phyllis do any of them new dances last night?
Sonny, wouldn't she give you no grocery money?
He sure is stove up, Granny.
Is your granny home yet?
I want to talk to you.
You're a heap of fun yourself.
Where'd you get that?
Not a penny.
What did she do her last time out?
No, I sure didn't, Jethro.
Oh, there's plenty of room once you get in.
Hello, Mr. Clampett.