Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jethro done got the notion.

Jed Clampett's a fair man.

Now, uh, I guess we're all in.

Ain't gonna be no wedding, Granny.

Fetch in there another wedding present I give you.

He's honorable.

Just ask her if she wants to sell them.

spoke like a true hill man.

And here are madame's lovely necklace and earrings.

I'm in trouble with a lot of women.

Oh, let me think.

Love letters wrote by your Jethro to my Isabel.

Come on, boy, let's start talking about this wedding.

Come on, Ellie, we'll make a pot of coffee.

You want to marry up with a boy that's got an acre of rocks, you should at least have him cut and pile up into a fine palace like this one.

No bigger in a minute than Scrappy the Banyan.

Roof needed patchin', well caved in had to be dug out, mule needin' chewin', lots of little things like that.

You having a pretty, sweet, innocent young daughter of your own, you might just anger her up to the point where you'd hurt that boy.

I got all dressed up to have a wedding dance.

We'll soon find out.

Why, you'd be better off marrying that male plant.

You just think on it for a while.

As near as I can sort out the tells and the tolds, I think I can promise.

You got the phone in your hand.

That ought to clear it up.

I sure do love my wedding presents from the Clampett's pile, don't you?