Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whoa!
Don't need it, old chap.
Yes, sir.
I'm Jed Clampett.
I am.
What?
Suddenly, Sir Trevor appears out of the darkness in the fog.
Come along.
Well, back there must be Doris Day.
He's having trouble, ain't he?
No, we'll pay cash.
Let me repeat what Mr. Clampett just said.
He's got that Mr. Sir Trevor backed off a mile.
Julie!
You'll be the first to see The Dailies, The Rushes.
Oh, howdy, howdy.
Yonder he stands.
What do you mean they're driving around the lot?
They'll be dressed how?
Shame on you.
Hello, my dear.
You may be running this studio yet.
Judge Travers!
What about her?
Barnes, we hear you got in trouble.
Whoa!
Judge Travers!
Flag them down, and I'll put them in my car.
You cheer up, Mr. Chapman.
You own the place.