Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Susan Hayward married.
I can't do nothing no more.
But Uncle Jed, he wouldn't let me tell you.
We'll hire it for the night.
Come on, dear, I'm sure you want to rush out and buy yourself a new wardrobe to celebrate your husband's promotion.
Yes, sir.
All right, everybody.
We're right proud of Jeff.
Call me Marty, Marty, the way Clamber does that kills me.
Look, we'd like to get in the spirit of the party.
If Mr. Ransyhoff is coming, then he's all coming, because he's the boss.
Are we going to dinner or not?
Margaret.
You, Mr. Clampett, you.
Now, May, get this chicken out of here.
Marty, Marty.
Nothing riles me like chickens in the kitchen.
Yeah, Shirley MacLaine married.
Seal it with a kiss.
Thank you very much.