Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, that used to be Dash Riprock's name before.
Oh, maybe at Christmas.
He's going like that anyway, and that's the way we ought to go.
Oh, yeah, I did.
Believe it or not, he's laughing in your face.
Ab!
Ed's practically engaged to get married.
Oh, thank you, Mr. Drucker.
I had bananas and bamboo shoots.
Oh.
You hold him, and I'll put shoes on him.
He's having one of his spells.
Oh, who's this?
Now you go in there and give the performance of your career.
Ski-joggles, yes, roll.
Well, we feel the same way about you.
No, thank you.
It's only temporary.
You ain't gonna forget me, are you, Sam?
Back to the secretarial pool!
Someday after that Hooterville Highbinder, Shifty Sandrucker has squeezed him dry, Jed Clapper will come to me on his knees and beg me to make him rich again.
Jed says maybe we'll be back at Christmastime.
I want you to meet one of the finest old gentlemen it has ever been my pleasure to know.
If Drucker doesn't keep him there, that sneaky baby will.
Uh...milk the crows.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
When?
Let's be on our way.
The young folks is courting in there.
Okay, come on.
I'm changing it back.
Bear, swallow.
A wonderful man, salt of the earth.
This is nothing.
Come on in.
That's a rat cute possum.
Now he's throwing rolls at Mr. Drysdale.