Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But I ain't playing games.

Set a spell, take your shoes off.

I've got a few things in the bedroom.

Why, that man's so in love with me, he can't eat.

Oh, Jed, when I'm near him, I feel like my feet is dangling in a creek and the minnows is biting at my toes.

Granny, we was up late last night.

Sneaking out the door.

You say your grandfather built this cabin?

Clampett, I certainly appreciate your letting me use your cabin as a field headquarters.

Yeah, but are you in love with him, Purr?

Tell me, Granny, was that 18 and 97 or 18 and 98?

We ain't got no spare room.

Oh, come on, Ellie.

Then what I call my heavenly hash.

Everybody's invited over to my house for apple cider.

Only if she wants to.

Only if she wants to, of course.

We's all supposed to kind of surround Mr. Brewster and brag on Pearl's piano playing during the picture.

What you scared of?

Who threw that tomato?

I told you I'd come and visit you, and here I am.

You're all uncomplimentary fascists.

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

Not with that wild daughter of yours.

Hey, your name is as big as Ben Hurd's.

What's the matter with you two asking him to stay here?