Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's making a nervous wreck out of him.

I gotta watch my corn.

Get over there and dig a hole.

You couldn't go out the back door without stepping on them.

Two drinks of that, and she didn't feel a thing.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

What can I do for you, Pa?

I aim to take one more shot.

There's been a shooting.

They call her Granny.

You too, Mr. Mortimer.

Now, here's your fact sheet.

Well, down the hatch.

And the name of the loved one?

No, I had enough of that back home.

Not the Harvey melons.

Nobody can grow nothing around here.

Good, but it still looks like we're going to do a lot of business.

Mr. Clampett and his daughter are cold-blooded killers.

Greens or whatever else we choose to put in.

Pull it down over your ears.