Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

I'm sure it's more than enough.

I'm afraid we've got some bad news for you, Mr. Drysdale.

Yep, he'll be able to breathe a whole lot easier now.

Well, I'm gonna have me a talk with that there needy outfit.

Chief, Mr. Clampett is... I don't care who he is, I'm going to get out!

You win a few, you lose a few.

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

What's a sophisticated, educated playboy like me going to do around all them hog wrasslers back home?

Oh, I've waited so long for this.

All right, I'll think about it.

We're trying to raise funds to help a number of impoverished students finish their education.

We're glad of it.

Yeah, we can buy books, supplies.

Uncle Jed, have a heart.

When you took on as much class and savoir-faire as me, you can't just up and chuck it like a pair of dirty overhauls.

Well, he... Come in, come in.

Oh, well how about... Friends of Oppressed Educationless Youth?

Look at him crying.

You dumb clock, you've been driving around in circles!

Here, he misfigured a mite.

Come on, girls, we've got to take this stuff back now.

It's yours for as long as you want it.

I'll phone you from Wheelchair Boulevard.

You need money?

I telephoned Granny and Mr. Clampett signed the check.

It ain't fair to make them young'uns suffer with all our millions.

That sounds like an outfit could use $68,415,000.

It's just that this desk is too heavy for me to pull.