Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm gonna break open my jug and some glasses.

Morning, gentlemen.

Hillbilly, that is.

It's a dry well!

Now you've given me Jed Clampett to shove down his throat.

But in the meantime, we got a viewing schedule.

For some reason, the fellow who was going to Bombay decided to get off at Albuquerque.

Ellie, a friend's in trouble and I'm on the board of directors now.

Mr. Drysdale has something he wants to ask you.

What have you done to this plane?

A real coffee break?

Mr. Clampett, how many barrels an hour is this well of yours producing?

I was just elected unanimously.

Ah, this is your problem, Melbourne.

I'm feeling frisky as a new shorn sheep.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

The OK Oil Company can't find no new weld.

And that's the end of it.

You think this entire O.K.

Boy, I wish I worked on one of them big trucks.

Well, exactly where did it come from?

Gentlemen, our new candidate for the board of directors.

I've been wandering around here like a cow in a cornfield looking for something to do.

I know just how you feel, Granny, but we got to look.

How would you like a job as a director for OK Oil?

Has Jim come down yet?

We've been flying for a half hour.

I keep trying to tell you we are off the ground.

May we have the vote?

I can appreciate the fact that Mr. Clampett owns some valuable real estate.

You're flying to Albuquerque?

That's the OK Oil Company.

Not yet, Granny, but we's ready for him.

He's a garbage man.