Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

At the moment, it is without money.
You got it.
I'd give up.
I want to thank you for pitching in and helping.
Suppose I invite some of them poor, lonesome movie star ladies?
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.
Where are you going?
Run, leap, jump, work, dance.
Take some of your dancers, speed to his mansion, and reveal to him the poetry of motion as his ballet.
I don't blame her, Ellie.
Mr. Clampett.
Place is full of smog.
I got more trouble than I know how to handle.
Both of you?
Get in this thing and drive.
Come, come, children.
Thought you could stop me by hiding the truck, huh?
Mr. Clampett, Granny, may I speak to you about the ballet?
Look, my children, you must be as supple as gazelles.
I hope to have 50.
Well, how come?
Move over here.
Well, you and Jethro are gonna have to do that, Granny.
Come on, Skip.
Not you.
That Mr. Ballerina.
For two years, you've done nothing but mean-mouth the Clampetts.