Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've said it before and I'll say it again.
The bank where you got your money?
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heaping helping of their hospitality.
Jethro thought you were staying here.
Leif Crick swinging an axe, splitting wood.
Trash.
Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Crick.
If Jed Clampett wants you as a night watchman at my bank, a night watchman you are.
I'll see you in the morning.
It ain't.
Oh, well, it's only five or six miles to old Jed's place.
I do hope to be.
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.
Buried in the backyard.
Mr. Drysdale will be right back.
Well, hard work never hurt nobody.
Yes, isn't it?
You mark my words, that leaf is going to turn those young'uns into a no account like yourself.
Oh, I do hope to be, sir.
Seen enough, Granny?
First time I ever tied into one of these.
Swimming pools, movie stars.
At least now folks will know what kind of work he's out of.
Leif's been right full of surprises lately.
I get to my feet, honey, only I'm so tired from walking all the way up here.
His exact words to me, he says, now you be sure and speak to young Mr. Drysdale about that job.
Oh, you mean like a guard or a night watchman?
I wouldn't say too much, Granny.