Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All you need is wigs and some goofy clothes.

What is it, Jed Clampett?

Let's talk this over with somebody like Miss Jean.

If she typed it, I don't even want to read it.

Not a call for that, is he?

Where are you going with all them matches?

for those who reach the top.

I thought you said you didn't want me.

Didn't you hear me applaud?

Meanwhile, practice, practice.

While he was drying, old Gobblejaw's done some snacking.

All right, I'll be one.

Well, so long, Granny.

Chetro, dear boy, these are just cheap attention-getters.

I put her down in the vault, and now she's sick from eating too much money.

T minus 20 seconds.

This is my lunch.

That's all he can think about anymore.

You ain't got no wife.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Mr. Clabbett, but Miss Hathaway is no longer here.

Those are the ones with the garden rake hit.