Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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