Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What have you done to this plane?

You're flying to Albuquerque?

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

Well, exactly where did it come from?

Hillbilly, that is.

And that's the end of it.

You think this entire O.K.

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

Mr. Drysdale has something he wants to ask you.

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

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

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

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

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

May we have the vote?

It's a dry well!

Morning, gentlemen.

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

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

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

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

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

But in the meantime, we got a viewing schedule.

He's a garbage man.

That's the OK Oil Company.

Ah, this is your problem, Melbourne.

Has Jim come down yet?

A real coffee break?

Gentlemen, our new candidate for the board of directors.

I was just elected unanimously.

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

We've been flying for a half hour.

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

I'm feeling frisky as a new shorn sheep.