Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Drucker, he's got so much skin tied up on top of his head, if the knot ever comes loose, he'll have to open his shirt to brush his teeth.

Wouldn't look too romantic having a dentist chair sitting in there.

Well, you know Granny.

And we don't know for certain that he's going to propose when he gets here.

That sounds great.

That's where they pull up your skin and hide it under your hair.

Let's go steam some donuts.

Yeah, Granny was telling me about the night Bull Montana was here.

Try me and the Clampetts.

Yes, he won a contest and the prize was a trip to Hollywood.

Same here, Mr. Clampett.

Any friend of the Clampetts is a friend of mine.

Oh, what do you think he is?

Well, driving was this here well-known Hollywood playboy.

Granny, we's gonna have to unlock the front gate.

That's the truth.

Don't be silly.

With all the courting that's going on in that parlor, we could have an electric chair in there.

They call her the Beverly Hills Butterfly.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

That's an even worse way to go.

Get that thing out of here.

Would you like me to read it?

Hey, come on in.

Dash forgot his doughnuts.

Doggone, I've been trying for six days to call those people.

Then he says, am coming to Hollywood for my prize.

No, still no answer at the Clampetts.

Oh, Mr. Jocker, please.

That's a terrible way to go.

Well, good work, Mr. Drucker.

Well, 11 fellas and 11 girls.

Glad to hear that.

Yeah, that's it.

Oh, didn't I tell you?

Don't put him too near the cement pond.

I'm tired of being a love goddess.

I'm late to the studio.