Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, howdy, Miss Phyllis.
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.
Miss Phyllis and me is going out to supper and then dancing.
Isn't that Mr. Clampett?
Don't bug me, Marge.
Hold on, young'uns.
Well, Granny, as long as we's going out to the fairgrounds, I figured my critters might win some blow rabbits.
Yeah, it sure is.
All dressed up and with an attractive woman!
He might resent our interfering in a matter so personal.
Miss Phyllis, I'd be a right pleasure to go on the horse races with you today.
Sit down and take another one!
Swimming poos, movie stars.
A real sleeper.
Ain't Pa coming down to breakfast?
How do you get here?
Busy B's gonna win.
Three more.
Well, he ain't never stayed in bed this late.
The way you was showing off, you'll never get out of her clutches.
Don't worry.
Here it is!
The Hollywood Playboy is up.
Take your shoes off.
I want some gas in the truck.
And you too, Miss, uh... Butterfield.
She's painting her face and getting ready to lead you along the Quimrow's path.
Hey, you are stover!
That's right!
Perhaps they stepped out for refreshments.
Oh, come on, show me!
Wonderful!
Now, are you coming with me?