Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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