Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm the first real live big-time Hollywood producer-director these little old country girls have ever seen.
That's a fur piece, huh?
He's going back to the life he loves.
Looks like they don't want to leave neither.
Did you go to count it?
Well, cheer up.
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
He fetched over a fellow for Ellie Mae.
That's a possum.
Now hold on, Granny.
Yes, I know that and you know that but the Clampetts don't know that
What?
Howdy, Mr. Noodleman.
But Uncle Jed, I don't want to leave Hodor Hill.
Oh, I get it.
But you can't do this to me, sweetheart.
To Rita, best wishes, always, Dash Riprock!
Sound like he's found a country boy, Granny.
Oh, good!
Howdy!
Me neither.
He's been barkin' for seven years, and he ain't treed nothin' yet.
I like him.
I'll settle for that one.
Could I have one?
That's my sweet roll.
Sooner the better, Sam.
Hey, who's that rude?
Mr. Clampett, if you say it's a couple of hundred, it's a couple of hundred.
Sorry, boy, but we do have to go.
Certainly, Jethro.
I'm a movie star.
Who's your young fellow?
Now, gee.