Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have it.
No, Jethro, come on up to Mr. Drydale's office and say hi to the folks.
Think of that poor scrawny little girl in there, all skin and bone.
Tommy, dear, I'm afraid you're putting on weight.
Quiet, everybody!
Wonderful!
Well, no wonder.
You're right, Jed.
Bring me your rich, your Clampetts.
Yes, sir, Uncle Jethro.
Oh, no.
The street's parked full of cars again.
Sign this copy too, Mr. Plavitt.
But you ought to dump this cider.
Oh, I see you're looking for employment.
Really?
Yeah, well, that's why I was so mad.
Don't worry, Miss Jean.
It's pretty.
A West Coast Statue of Liberty.
Tommy.
Well, to tell you the truth, Mr. Drysdale, I didn't see her do it.