Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What was their name again?

I don't care how pretty they are, they ought to wear something.

Mr. Riprock a little.

Yes, sir, all by myself.

Well, I'm trying to find a stiller eye in that dying elm tree.

No, let's see now.

I bet you when that California bunch goes eating corn on a cob, you can't hear yourself think.

They's mountain folks.

Drive a crab mobile.

Our esteemed founder, Professor P. Casper Biddle, is coming to town.

Mr. Clampett, condors do not eat corn.

Well, now, Ellie, don't you remember Dash?

Perhaps the Clampetts will know if there's one nested here about.

What kind of birds are we going looking for?

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, let's give them a sack full of money.

Well, tell him I'll get back quick as I can.

Let me explain.

Uh, where are you from, Professor?

Excuse me, I believe the young lady made herself clear.

No, and I learned to take them with me.

Let him up, Ellie.

Ellie liked him or he?

Y'all come back now, hear?

Well, at present, I'm living in a little shack up in the mountains.

Please, Mr. Clanton.

What if there's any kin to Will and Jenny?

In here, you're Homer Noodleman of Peoria, Illinois.