Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They must be the outlaws.
Whoa!
We'd just rather see the movie.
To me, you're the biggest.
How much for the four of us?
Oh, by the way, Mr. Clampett, Sir Trevor would like you to join him for lunch in his dressing room.
Somebody... Somebody hit me.
Is that a fact?
You hear that, Granny?
You ain't?
Come on, young.
Oh, fine, fine.
Whoa!
Whoa!
Satisfell, take your shoes off.
I see you ain't hurt.
Well, that'll be dandy.
8 million people!
Hot dog!
Of course we's anxious to go, but can we run off and leave this poor man?
That sounds like something you can handle.
Oh, you got a pass?
Whoa!
Mr. Clampett owns the studio.
Swimming fools, movie stars.
A gopher?
Look, you're blocking traffic.
Whoa!
That's a big one, all right.
Please?
Whoa!
Wait!
Hiya, sweetie.
Now hold on.
Black gold.