Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Rysdale, I was unjustly accused of neglecting my duty, summarily discharged, and replaced without even a chance to defend myself.
Well, I hope so.
Jethro's in his countdown, ready to be shot into space!
I know.
Yes, Mr. Clampett, it was a cruel blow to me.
Yes, picture yourself performing on the stage, appearing on television, in nightclubs, making records, the idol of thousands of fans.
Didn't Uncle Jed tell you?
Well, I should like to say that Mr. Melbourne Drysdale is a vindictive, avaricious despot.
Oh, this guy is dynamite.
Pa, sorry to keep you waiting.
Set a spell.
Hello, hello, Miss Hathaway.
Where'd he go?
I'm going out to get Jethro.
Just a moment.
Ha-ha.
Oh, no, not at all.
I need her.
Well, now, if there's anything we can do to help you, just let us know.
No more putting windmills on the truck and trying to fly in such foolishness.
Sure start.
You need to hit the bank.
Where you going, Jack?
I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did.
One parachute.
Yes, well, of course, first there is the little matter of... Look who's here!
Lots of company.
I presume you mean $5 a month?
I think you're great.
You do it like this and you're going to miss it.
Miss Jane's got an idea for you.
Frogs and fiddle-droppers sing to the moon.
My next trip, I ain't taking up nothing but a parachute.
Come on inside and we'll try it out.
I'll talk to the agent about you.