Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ain't Ellie doing a good job?

You're going to fire rockets?

And hopefully accompany yourself on the guitar.

Don't forget, there's been 27 chickens done laid down their lives.

You wait right here.

I'll just be a moment, and I assure you I'll give a much better performance with my own guitar.

Oh, Mr. Klamet.

Well, Jack, this is kind of important.

Miss Holloway, if you'll stay, I'll give you a $5 raise effective immediately.

Yeah, boy, you're going on television and everything.

I wanna get up in space and back down quick.

Miss Hathaway, wait!

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

Just can't find a replacement.

Maybe I ought to have more of that, what do you call it, publicity.

I'm going back to work for that martinet, Mr. Drysdale.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Yes, Jethro, I have hopes of you becoming a folk singer.

Yeah, well... He plucked 27 chickens.

I'm going to have a hard enough time just eating lunch.

T minus 10 seconds and count!

Where's your sense of humor?

Well, that's just it.

Isn't that pretty?

The boy's got a lot of talent.

Well, I reckon he couldn't wait.

Hillbilly, that is.

I'm gonna be a star.