Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, no, it's worse than that.
Oh, that's all right.
Ah, Maloney, this is my plan.
Run, Cassie L. and Wanda T.
How about some vittles?
You're right.
They were bouncing around like a couple of chickens in high rye.
Why don't you go see if Granny needs you?
They're easier to carry.
You ain't going no place where there's horse betting and chorus girls.
Why, it's a miracle!
He's probably got friends.
Oh, Chief, who would listen?
What?
Oh, well, that ain't what it looks like.
I bet you didn't know I was such a good dancer.
Next time, maybe you'll listen to me and act your age.
You, Chief?
Well, to tell you the truth, I don't feel too much like doing any fast running this morning.
I heard it!
How do you pick those winners?
It's time for the seventh race.
I cleverly reasoned that if Mr. Clampett were to meet the right woman, it would create in him a desire to improve himself.
You're such fun.
That's right!
Oh, yeah?
Thanks again, boy.