Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

You wait and see.

Well, they ain't told me yet.

Oh, I mean, uh... Jethro's a younger fella, you know.

I'd just as soon have you for a sweetheart as anyone.

I could have done better picking names out of a hat.

Good thinking, Miss Hathaway.

Blacked out practically the whole south side of town.

You're all invited back next week to this locality, to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Could you be happy married to an atomic scientist or a nuclear physicist or a space age engineer?

Swimming pools, movie stars.

Or plant taters?

All right, $7,400 a year.

But I thought you just graduated from the sixth grade.

Is Mr. Clampett here?

Jed, if you can't trust a computer, who can you trust?

I tried, but she got all excited and ran out.

But you said all you could be sure of getting is the wrong fella.

I ain't got time.

You do know why we're here.

Uncle Jed, are you telling me you done stole my computer, sweetie?

I just got too much brain from a body.

All right, I done it.

Oh, no, no, ma'am.