Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That poor girl is lower than a hog's chin on market day.
He'll get over it.
Well, according to Mr. Clampett, we're to help Ellie May entertain a dozen handsome movie actors.
Yes, who is it?
Look at this mansion.
These and a jug of carrot juice will bring you an evening of ecstasy, sir.
It just don't make sense.
I belong to Dash Riprock.
You're not aware of the new trend, are you?
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
Ketro, your riddles is ready.
Hey, wait a minute.
Well, we owe it to Ellie to give it a try.
Yeah.
Dice riprock?
I've shattered his dream.
She's in the library, completely immersed in worthwhile literature.
Do you think he'll eat his heart out?
Pretty good, huh, Dash?
I drank so much carrot juice I could see in the dark.
Don't need to, Granny.
Howdy.
Yes, until tonight.
Sorry, Wilbur.
Tab strong, race burly, crunch hardtack, and bold upright.
Look at me like that with those big, happy, trusting eyes.
Oh, here I am, Dash.
I wouldn't want him at gunpoint.
Yes, I want to have a talk with him.
Uh, actors.