Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The name is J.D.
Oh, no.
I gotta build me a fire break across my stomach.
Are we gonna have a surprise party?
Because there ain't no skier crow that can shoot straight.
Oh, I could hide my scarecrow and my cake and just roast it in a chest.
What's the use?
Believe me, when Clampett goes, that guy'll kill himself.
It's Granny.
Two drinks of that and you don't feel a thing.
Brought her back to life.
We just let the hogs and chickens have them.
Cut down one of our trees to make... No, sir.
Strictly speaking, she's my mother-in-law.
That's enough.
We'll plant her as soon as we take care of Granny.
How about a nightcap?
Yes, sir, Uncle Jed.
I appreciate your calling Happy Valley, but I will have to ask about credit.
I got the crow.
Hi there, Mr. Mortimer.
That's powerful stuff.
Hey!
We'll call it Green Acres.
Lookie here!
Well, Ellie, that's a dandy-looking cake.
You're into me for five weeks' salary, and you haven't even sold your first plot yet.
Drysdale will know about it.
Get through, you letter them guard markers, Ellie Mae.
We've got a lot to do before Granny wakes up.
Why can't we live in the country where folks can breathe, raise things, and shoot off a gun?
I'll call him for you, Pa.
But I make the icing here.
Sue me.
There was a crow sitting on it.
Here's the number, Ellie.
You cut into my cake!
Not over my dead body.
Oh, it's about your mother-in-law, Granny.
Sure, we aim to put in a whole bunch of them.