Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I like Rosie Dawn.
Oh, the horse races.
Right down here, madam.
Well, sort of.
Come on, see if you can hobble down the stairs.
Oil, that is.
The Senator said that?
Miracle?
Just dandy.
Granny, we need your help.
And I finally picked the winner!
Fine horse, ma'am.
Bless you!
Here's the location of Cavanaugh's box.
You're right.
Did you hear that, Miss Hathaway?
Reckon not, Ellie.
It's probably better if you tackle Mr. Clavin alone.
I bet you five dollars to win on a long shot!
Well, ain't that what you're supposed to do?
I wish I was one of them.
Yeah?
He walked, but he didn't win.
Here.
All right, let's go down to the cashier and get it.
They danced till dawn.
My, you look handsome.
Pa, if you don't leave before Granny gets home, you're going to catch the dickens.
That's about the size of it, Fanny.
Morning, Miss Phillips.
I would like to remind you of your campaign promise, in which you said... By thunder, that's Jed Clampett!
I'll say.
We're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.