Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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