Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What a pleasant surprise.

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

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

Well, sir, something filling, I suppose.

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

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

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

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

There's another parking ticket on our truck.

Don't you worry, honey.

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

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.

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

Oh, I forgot to tell you, Uncle Jed.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

Here's a $5 one.

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

That's it, honey.

We gotta let the toad in.

Maurice and I'll deal with these trespassers.

They look like welfare cases.

Uh, Youngins, you wait out front.

Come on, we gotta save the rest of them.

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