Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, if only we were food economic majors.
Don't worry, Granny.
Oil, that is.
Uncle Jed, let's get going.
Hello, operator?
You'd like to get onto this chair.
I got to head back to the city.
He'd give it all to you.
Don't worry about us spending no money.
Yes, sir.
Millionaires, phones in the car, his rope has slipped, it's pulling.
We come as far as we could with the gas we had.
Los Angeles?
You know, I'm feeling better every minute.
Ginny, that happy, radiant look on your face can only mean one thing.
Ginny, this coat still has a tag on it.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.
Oh, you got something to do with this land?
He's as miserable as we are.
If you didn't have it, you wouldn't be needing to do all of this.
We did, but I just ain't cut out for that poor dirt farmer bit.
We ain't going to make it to them woods back home.
Signed very truly yours, et cetera, et cetera.
I need about a million or two from needy.
Oh, it is, Mr. Clampett.
Where are the girls going?
He put a phone in the truck?
Bye, dear.
I know!
What can we do for you?
Take your shoes off.