Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bait bucket.
I don't know whether he asked me to get married or to go fishing.
I let them celebrate with their families.
Fairchild wouldn't do that?
Oh, Mr. Clampett, please, please.
That's my fella.
Come on, Red Rider.
I refuse to commercialize Christmas just to kowtow to my pampered employees.
Not like this.
No, why do you ask?
And those are just from the women.
They demanded the full day off Christmas.
Yeah.
He wouldn't, huh?
Let me ask you a question, Sam.
Well, listen, Granny, we'll have to talk about that after you get here.
Well, is Mr. Drysdale going to take care of my critters like he done Thanksgiving?
Texas tea.
Who was that flibberdy-jibberdy?
Oh, this is for Jethro from Billy Joe Bradley.
You're right, they love me.
Folks here at the bank sure must think the world of you.
Well, why don't you do a little fishing on the telephone?
Love that bear.
He promised to make us stars.
Your employees can't afford families.
Should I bring something old, and something new, and something buried, and something blue?
And Mr. Drysdale says that's where I'll be if I show my face up there.
Yeah.
Bold rascal.
Takes a bit right in his teeth, don't he?
Oh, Fairchild?