Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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