Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That sort of beauty is only skin deep.

I ain't that good-looking.

Well, indeed I am.

Good thing that girl is so pretty.

Just like a poison rat trying to get to water.

I'll set up your medicine stand, Granny.

There's a crowd down there.

Okay, Milburn, here's the scoop.

Now run along and put it on.

You ain't exactly a skeleton, Granny.

Tolerable, Jed.

When did Mama give you her recipe?

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Will we make the Hollywood scene, Melby?

Looking real spry, too.

Now, why don't you come out and we'll have a business conference?

Ellie, honey, why don't you fetch Roy in and meet Mr. Drysdale?

Nice looking man, is he?

Look, Castro, there's a victim, laying on the sidewalk.

Doctors don't care for money.

Tell me, Roy, do you still play the guitar?

Granny, remember how he used to sit on the back porch and play his guitar and make up songs about Ellie?

Ellie, show Roy that phone out in the front hall.

Folks, who's the next to be saved?

Fiddles like these are cooking.