Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, leave it open.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
I took the steering wheel.
I think it was my cypher that really put a match to her heart and set her flaming with desire.
It's me, Jed Clampett.
Why'd you have to tell me?
Oh, howdy there, Emmeline.
Excuse me, everybody.
Live back over Possum Ridge?
You won't believe this, but four years ago when we came here, I was just as big a hick as you are.
Good thing you didn't sign for no gazettas.
A five goes into five once, a five goes into ten twice.
Granny... Now, don't tell me.
We've been getting a lot of splendors in the butter lately.
Howdy.
How can you withdraw if you haven't got any money in the bank?
Thank you.
You gotta be out of your skull!
It's a dozy.
Ellie, you're showing your skimpies.
I sure don't want to be any bother.
Well, I thought you was all tuckered out.
We're near, Granny, but I wish you'd give up churning when you're mad.
My pleasure.
Mr. Drysdale, before you make any rash decisions, what does this look like to you?
Oh, don't call for you to feel ashamed, Emeline.
You remind me so much of my daddy.
I just clipped his wings.
Granny, let's wait till tomorrow and cut him out of the paper.
Miss Emeline, I think you'd better forget about swimming and have yourself a little rest.
I think I'll take it downstairs and fix it.