Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's gotten into you?
Yeah, I guess maybe I am leaving myself wide open for trouble.
Oh, nothing in particular.
Sure.
You look like you've seen a ghost.
My little Martians are going to toss these Drysdale dollars out of their flying saucer by the thousands.
Thankful old Biddy.
They landed their flying saucer in the Drysdale's backyard.
He's landed!
I'll blanket the city with them.
What were you drinking last night?
You didn't shoot them, did you?
Well, them little green fellas ate up everything there was and left without so much as a thank you.
Come on, sit down.
That explains it.
Granny, what in the Sam Hill are you doing?
Oh, well, they certainly gave... Martians?
Why, they's made out of space-age metal, not even a cannon can dent it.
Oh, Mr. Clampett, I'm so glad it's you.
What do you think he was fixing to go?
Now, it would just be family hold back until the Martians is at their fifth.
I ain't hardly got enough vittles for them little goomers, let alone the grown-ups.
They took off for Mars on foot.
We shouldn't let on that they's any different than us.
You seen little green men with wires sticking out of their heads?