Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jethro said he'd fetch them in the car.
I tote the groceries in for these here stars of tomorrow.
You noticed it, did you?
Well, I, uh... Your wife is... That's it!
Not before the wedding, you don't!
You have nothing to worry about.
Oh, and this here's my flunky.
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How bad can a hooter of a little hippie be?
Who you talking to out here, Ed?
Well, Granny, I think you'll run longer than that.
What are we going to do?
John, come to mother.
So long, star maker.
Let's see him get there!
He ain't only the storekeeper.
Well, howdy there, little fella.
The same angelic expression.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
How about me forgetting that Margaret's family celebrate Thanksgiving two weeks later than other people?
Oh, did you see the Bradley girls?
He's the postmaster, the justice of the peace, the newspaper publisher, and banker.
At least you and her part.
That ought to make you happy.
As far as I'm concerned, you can go... Hooterville!
I ain't their flunky.
Gee, and I don't have a key.
Yeah.
Well, no, but... Them corn-fed cuties ain't never seen a big Hollywood producer-director like me.
Well, I'll just get my pictures and say goodbye to Miss Jane, and then we'll be on our way to see the baby.
Oh, really?
Same here.
It's at the First National Bank in Hooterville.
I got matches.
Thank you.
You reckon they's moving material?
Two weeks!
Oh, what a darling baby.