Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's get out of here.
Uh, are they for the greens?
Well, have a slug of this.
I was only funnin' ya when I called you a varmint.
Greens out here?
Get out of my kitchen, you hairy little boomer!
Mortimer speaking.
What, Pa?
It's cooler there.
I gnawed the stump so it looked like a beaver done it.
You mean like a feud?
I'll spell it for you.
Oh, no.
Who was that on the telephone?
It's kind of rough, but it ain't the gift, it's the thought.
Shot her, pickled her, and put her out in the corn patch for a scarecrow.
Oh, no.
You gotta watch your health.
I warned you.
He's somebody shot through the window of my bedroom.
Uh, Mr. Clampett, uh, are you by any chance on welfare?