Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Our only contact is by carrier pigeon, and the last one has been dispatched.

Whatever you do, don't let Granny see him.

Why don't you go find Jethro so he can enjoy these with me?

What kind of place they got?

What if the counters need help?

I believe I'm expected.

The professor is the only human being who has ever managed to live in prolonged and intimate contact with that rare and remarkable bird?

Of course, the condor's nest is just a rocky ledge or sheltered spot high among the rocks.

You mean to tell me there's 40 of them running around up there buck-toothed naked?

You couldn't get a condor to wear clothes.

Would you like that, Ellie?

Must have five or six girls, eh?

Now we gotta figure out how to hold him till she gets back.

For years now, they have been driven farther and farther back into the mountains, shot at, harassed, poisoned.

Now, look... I'm warning you, don't annoy her.

Let me think now.

I would have had my hair done and worn a different dress.

Hello there, Granny.

Yes, we're going to look for the nesting place of the yellow-bellied sapsucker.

Well, break it.

So, you relax and I'll... I'll get back to you!

He's a member of the corvidi family.

According to Mr. Drydale, he is on relief.

Say, Professor, I got a kind of a notion.

I'll give you some vittles.

What are you doing out here, noodleman?

Well, I suggest we induct her right now and get her uniformed in time for today's expedition.

Here in this office?

What are you talking about?

Look, don't give the professor any money, at least until I've looked into the tax aspects.

A donation from Mr. Clyburn... Forget it!

That's all right.

The Beverly Hillbillies.