Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's what you think.

I don't know where you belong, man.

But if I may speak candidly, it does not qualify him to be a director of a multifaceted industrial complex.

How do you do, Granny?

Good, I got a whole basket of celebrating vittles for you.

My name is Clampett.

We was up in that play for hours without seeing a slew.

Ain't it wonderful about Jethro's new job?

I don't know, but I hate to tell him that this well has turned out to be a duster and we ain't found another.

You know, John, the Kravis might have something.

Well, I hope the noise ain't bothering you.

I'll think of a way.

Can't you see your Uncle Jed is studying on something?

But I want to get back up there and learn how, so I can get me some paying passengers and earn me some spending money.

Yes, oh, hush up.

As long as Mr. Clampett is happy and continues to sign my lease, it doesn't bother me that he collects garbage.

Yeah, we want to fill them up again.

Well, this is crude.

No, I'm the co-pilot.

What kind of engineer?

Thank you, John.

That is an ant on your window.