Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Shoot me some fresh bear meat.

A substantial raise.

Don't do it, I'm warning you.

Why, he just bragged about my cooking the baked-a-ban.

Take your shoes off.

Come in, come in.

Get back there, you coward!

Miss Clampett, I want to congratulate you for cooking the best shape soup.

I'm Stafford Clark of Savory Soup.

How would you like to carve his headstone?

What cooking contest?

But Chief, I'm sure Granny doesn't think she did anything fraudulent.

But I'll be right there, handing you things, helping you.

Now, you go upstairs and take a nice, hot, lye-soaked bath and put on that dress I laid out for you whilst I get shed of your paw.

Chief, don't look at me like that.

Well, I sympathize with you, Granny, but won't Mr. Clampett object?

Shall I send it over?

The winner will be on TV and get her pictures in the paper.

Oh yes, very clannish, these Hill people.

I promised myself if I didn't get Ellie a husband this time, we were going back home for good.

Using this bank as a mail drop to fraudulently win a cooking contest.

Oh, I'm very angry with you.

Maybe I can get my company to open a small commercial account, if I put on the pressure.

Say, honey, how do you feel this?

I don't think it's high time she was getting in on that their pension and profit sharing plan, too.

But you are an uncommon handsome man.

That high-spirited animal can't be held back.

Well, never mind, Ellie.