Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I sure do appreciate you carrying me to the bank, boy.

Any idea of Jed Kravitz?

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

In a bank, at night, with a gun, and $40 million.

You and Jed Clampett are certainly cast from the same mold.

Thank you, ma'am.

What did you say?

Well, you can stop worrying.

That ain't a bad hour's work, Jethro.

Our lathe is gone and you can't start a fire without you got two sticks to rub together.

What did she do?

Not unless there's food under it.

I've just left your friend Leif Crick.

Well, it makes me feel like I'd treat a possum with Jed's hound.

I'd be proud to do it, but I think first I'll change into my work clothes.

I mean, to wherever your pa is.

You see, Granny, old Leif has changed.

But I says to myself, I says, Leif, I says, if you can pleasure Jed and Granny and them young'uns even that itty-bitty bit by staying over here like they begged you to, you've just got to forget your own pleasure.

What did you say?

No, I don't smoke them.

Well, I'll do it for you.

I ain't good enough to shake the hand of no bank president, sir.

Here comes the wormy wine sack now.

We ain't got an anvil.

Well, Jethro is taking Lathe to work.