Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need a root cellar in the worst way.
Quite a few, but there's always room for one or two more.
You're getting to be a right big health teammate.
I hear tell that these city men are bold to begin with.
Winning this beauty contest could solve everything.
Well, doggies.
Oh, Miss Hathaway, Mr. Drysdale, can we be getting back to town?
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?
Oh, I hope so.
Where do you get off like that, giving orders to the next Queen of Beverly Hills?
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.
Pick up your basket and let's get back to the vault.
Take your shoes off.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
There'll be parties and dancers.
Granny, they ain't varmints.
Hold on, Granny!
Pardon me.
One of them rascals might run up and grab me and hug me and kiss me and choke me off and marry me.
You know, something like this is exactly what Ellie Mae needs to turn her into a lady.
It's a regular plague.
But it's one of the rules.
I'll just keep thinking about that wonderful trip around the world.
Yes.
You.
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
Well, Jethro's down in the hole now.
Sorry I beat you, Granny.
I'm going to win that contest for you.
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed.
Awful dark down there.
Ellie Mae, get these varmints out of here.
I'd love that to happen.
How many you got running?
Mr. Clampett, we shouldn't have secrets from one another.
Oh, yes, ma'am.
No, not unless he's going to take his money out of your bank and bury it.
Well, don't just stand there.