Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am on my way to the stockbroker to see how many millions Mr. Drysdale's smart investments has made for me this morning.
No, it ain't a good match.
And you're gonna get it!
I have an idea.
Look out, little baby!
Lame complain.
You bet you won't.
I asked the Clampetts to put it up.
Now, let's have a look.
You young'uns help the doctor or you can't.
In fact, I am the founder and the president of the G-A-H-A-B Society.
Come out, toothless girl.
Starring us.
Churn soft and you take advantage of it.
Here's a head for you.
Turns out he don't want a cabin for a second honeymoon.
Come on, Jethro.
No, I reckon that just about does it.
What are you doing here, Benedict Arnold?
You're going to be the donor.
Oh, nothing, Jed.
Look up in the sky.
No, he didn't.