Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wilkins, I'm not going.
Is this the Clampett residence?
There's nothing in there.
You whittle yourself a whole bunch of these, different sizes, time to get a side by each.
That's what I thought you said.
A man in the kitchen?
Now, you come at me like you're fixing to hurt me.
Well, one of them, uh, rich, uh, high society Beverly Hills fellows named, uh, Armstrong Dueser McHugh III.
He's going.
You betcha.
Well, it's the same thing you do with doctor and granny.
Chuck, no, Jed.
Oh, do you have to go learn you?
Can you really teach me to defend myself against those big bullies at school?
Go away.
Granny, calm down.
Oh, mostly the governess.
We hunted all over Beverly Hills to find it.
You're coming home and have an antiseptic bath, and then spend an hour in your oxygen tank.
But I'm afraid they already have.
And then, when the cork all of a sudden ducts under the water, then you know old Mr. Fish has grabbed the bait.
Say, that little rascal can climb like a squirrel.
I got the middles cooking.
The sun?
Ellie Mae Clampett, there is a feller coming to see you.
A good hot bath with lye soap.
Come on, little doofy.