Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, come into my office and I'll explain everything while you sign the contract.
No, thanks.
Howdy, Mr. Drydale.
Thank you, Mr. Clampett.
Well, now, don't fret, Mr. Drysdale.
That's a great act.
Well, to the launching pad.
Yeah, Mr. Drydale told me about that.
My publicity dinner's here!
I'm so full of electricity, I could spit sparks.
Why don't you two work together?
But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
Uncle Jed, I ain't playing that bodina phone no more.
I dropped Ellie and the whole mess off out front.
No, I mean $5 a year.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
Uh, Jethro... Talk to you when I get back down, Uncle Jed.
Will it work?
Gentlemen.
Mr. Sherman, I'm a singer of pure ethnic folk songs.
Bye.
Meanwhile, I'll struggle on alone.