Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm moving out!

Well, I ain't asking you.

It's the private enterprise system that's made this country great.

Oh, that's my limousine.

Yeah, like a private projection room, and a sauna bath, and a landing pad on the roof for my helicopter.

Do I get my private projection room, sauna, bath, and helioport?

You get Granny to help you peddle them.

Jethro, are you going down to your agent's office this morning?

If he comes in here, I'm leaving.

You'll be in the mainstream of American economy.

Picture Ellie May in a pretty dress, sitting behind the reception desk of Jed Clampett Enterprises Incorporated, meeting all the young eligible business executives and captains of industry.

Take your shoes off.

I don't work in pictures, never have worked in pictures, and never will work in pictures.

Well, Granny, I still don't know what I'd do with a whole floor of a bank building.

Good morning, J.B.

The first victim will warn the others!

He might be getting his shoes fixed or his hair cut.

Mr. Show Business isn't in his office yet.

That economy job gets a mite noisy, Doctor.

I'd like to say the same thing.

I've already got some ideas for what to do.

I want this floor closed to the public.

Oh, then you are going to beat me.

You could say that.

Now, close your eyes.

Here's a doll you can beg all you want.

One word from me and you'll never work in another picture.

Come on, Bessie, let's make the rounds again.