Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You got all them to go yet?

I signed 10 or 12 since then.

And tell your buddy Plato not to come banging around here either.

Isn't that Mr. Clopper?

For a little while, but at least we got good dirt under our feet.

He probably took it personal when I said his name sounded like a bird call.

Try it, Daniel.

We got trees, bushes, sky to look at.

Oh, yes, there is.

Well, she's still asleep, pal.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

I'm going to tell him if he persists with his insane idea, it's going to rub hard on him, real hard.

We'd be living where there was possums aplenty, and the young'uns wouldn't be so spoiled that they was... Hello?

Well, this is as far as we're going, Uncle Jim.

I've let Mr. Crabbit get away too long with his crazy money ideas of his, and I'm calling a halt.

Isn't there anything I can do?

Oh, I must have dozed off.

Has been since before we turned off the road.

Of course, when it comes time to depositing the check, I hope you'll keep in mind that other banks would give you a calendar or a lousy blotter or something.

Thank you again, Mr. Clampett.

I'm not going to take any of it, or this mansion, or that car.

Uncle Jet, I figure it's about time we start acting like rich folks.

Swimming poos, movie stars.

Be sure and say bye to your granny and Ellie Mae before you leave, and let us hear from you.

Did you notice how they were dressed?

Dad, Blaine, Beverly Hills, there ain't a possum shank to be bought around here at any price.