Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry, Mr. Clampett.
Open up, Mr. Armstrong.
Madam, the air is filled with minute particles invisible to the naked eye.
Swimming pools, movie stars.
You know, by rights, I ain't your Uncle Jed, just Jethro.
But I don't have a knife, sir.
Go right ahead and chuck it in there, young fella.
A dog defy can see where Armstrong Doucher is such a good name.
With whom shall I leave the young master's schedule on rest, diet, medication, and telephone numbers of doctors?
Here's the best.
Like Grant took Richmond.
We're classmates in the fifth grade.
And wearing a uniform.
And that is why Wilkins here, and very wisely, has come to you in this crisis.
Satisfell, take your shoes off.
I have a marvelous collection of foreign stamps.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Now remember, sir,
Possum pie?
Would you like a tranquilizer?
Guess we didn't see he was in the army.
Cooks in a great big white hat.
Don't cut yourself.
Well, them is them fancy towels Mr. Grudgell give us.
Well, howdy there, Armstrong.
No wonder he's got all them allergies.
Scat!
I insist upon taking him home immediately.
Like Grant took Richmond.
Well, you better bring Grant with you, and his whole army.
Yes, Miss Clampett?
Speaking of pigs, I got some hog jowl stewing and a possum pie in the oven for this little fella's lunch.