Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I recognize a good time as any to let the cat out of the bag.

He said, that dog had his rabies shot?

I made them with store-bought yard goods.

Come on, everybody, let's go.

What in tarnation is a tennis?

He won't find none.

Oh, that's right.

Friendly things like, uh, howdy there.

We's the Clampetts.

Well, let's see now, uh, which neighbor should we call on first?

But if they don't allow folks to have a stock, why have they got that old fired fancy stock pen down there?

You reckon they'll give us a mess of powder or something, Pop?

You carry me away.

Uh, well, uh, what brings you girls here on this beautiful Indian summer day?

Well, that's quite all right.

I tell you, Jed, this place is full of the laziest, greasiest, unfriendliest mess of people I ever did lay my eyes on.

What's a Halloween?

There ain't no fish in there.

It's called a field telephone.

And for my part, they can give Beverly Hills back to the Indians.

You see, we're using it as a sort of a field office.

Come on, Jed, we'll load up the truck and let's head for home.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Her late father, that is.

And Jethro, that's you and Je... Here.