Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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