Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uncle Chad is now what the government officially designates as a small businessman.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

Then we'll pitch in and help wherever we can.

Eat that sour cider all hollered, don't it?

Well, sir, something filling, I suppose.

There's another parking ticket on our truck.

Uh, Youngins, you wait out front.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, Uncle Jed.

Now granted, this being a fancy Beverly Hills dress store, they probably got ready-made yard goods.

We gotta let the toad in.

Come on, we gotta save the rest of them.

They look like welfare cases.

Don't you worry, honey.

Miss Jean, I reckon it was Jethro coming in sudden like that to have done it, but you just crimped that piece of paper all out of shape with them fancy pliers.

That's it, honey.

Well now, Granny, it takes money to lay in a stock, and she just told us she didn't have none.

What a pleasant surprise.

If this is a dress store, I'll eat a yard of calico.

Here's a $5 one.

Maurice and I'll deal with these trespassers.

You take my word, Mr. Drysdale, I appreciate everything you do for me.

It's an investment for you, Mr. Clabbett, a tax shelter.

I want you to take them tickets and put one on every car.

What am I supposed to do down to the dress store, Pa?