Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, ain't no call for you to work, Leif.
If I stayed here, I'd have to dig a hole under the alum tree for Granny.
No, Granny.
We're back and drunk to boot!
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.
Granny, my poor old cripple Mewitt.
I bet you Mr. Drydale's got him working to beat the band right now.
And Mr. Clampett knows his money is perfectly safe, and he knows he can get all he wants anytime he wants it.
Pass it back.
Oh, no, no, no.
Now, tell me all about it.
What's the matter, Granny?
I ain't looking for no handout.
Ah!
Mr. Crick, what are you doing?
It's a sorry thing.
Of course.
See what I told you?
I want to do it all myself.
Black gold.
You've been a great help to me.
Well, if he has, I'm gonna jump in that pond with all of my clothes on.
You are.
What you got in the pan?
Looking for a wife.
Well, I reckon it must be you, ma'am.
Oh, Mr. Crick, permit me to introduce Mr. Clavitt's next-door neighbor and the president of our bank, Mr. Drysdale.