Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

See you downstairs.
Emmeline, you out here?
I got a brace of possum in the oven.
Come on.
Well, then drive it down to the station and fill it with gas.
Granny, we ain't seen this family in some time.
Make a joke of it.
Goodness, y'all sure wear short dresses out here.
That one coming up the driveway yonder.
Ellie May, you recognize this girl?
Florence Twitty.
This is Jake and Dora Fetty's girl, Emmeline.
What's that thing?
Mr. Clampett, if you don't need his price, these pictures will appear on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper.
True.
No, but he says it concerns a million dollars.
Oh, let's see, uh... My insides!
MC Holt.
I say he ain't here, and I say he's where he is every day.
Why, all the way home she kept trying to get me to drive to some out of the way place where we could be alone.
Emeline Fetty.
Yeah, well, I reckon it's living so close to Hollywood, some of that movie star stuff just rubbed off on me.
She just... I bet you don't recognize her, do you?
Is this here the Clampett place?
Who is she?
Hillbilly, that is.
I am withdrawing.
Oh, go on.
Miss Hathaway, what's the idea of letting this southern fried phony in my office?
It's all right, Uncle Jed.
I tried to keep the lid clamped down on my charm, but something must have slopped over.
But that little bird keeps jumping out and cuckooing all the time.
Oh, here you are, Uncle Jed.
Well, you look familiar, but I just can't place you.