Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now shake hands with Homer Noodleman.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Eb's a nice young fella, but if brains was lard, he wouldn't grease too big a pan.

Well, you're too late.

Hi, Mr. Drucker.

Miss Hathaway, you are talking about one of the finest young actors of our day.

After the wedding, you'll be known as Mr. Ellie Mae Clampett.

Hi there, Mr. Drucker.

Gee whiz, all I did was ask for a roll.

I refuse to listen to any more slanderous statements about this potential Academy Award winner.

He sleeps any place he wants to.

I don't know when we met a nicer bunch of people.

Now, why don't you two young people go sit in the parlor?

No, he means slapping.

First to find a bear in my bed, then dash, rip, rock, and overhaul.

Just drop it right there in the vault.

What are you doing, Miss Jane?

You done took me across the state line.

You don't seem to think I could do it.

This is Hooterville.

That makes sense.

Ah, Mr. Clavitt.

Well, Pa said he was here to court me.

Take your shoes off.

That's what I started to say.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

And here's the farm boy that's going to make Ellie Mae forget all about Ed.