Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, how are we going to get there if Jethro don't drive us?

Oh, but Fairchild likes it.

He has done stirred up the fires that I thought was banked for good.

Set up my x-ray camera.

Did you get my letter?

I mean, go talk to them.

But that bear don't know that because he's a dumb animal.

Can I bother you a minute?

You think you've got a love letter?

The Beverly Hillbillies.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

What else you want me to do?

Oh, it's coming with the rest of the mail, by Pony Express.

Yes, we're telling them our plans for the honeymoon.

Excuse me, Mr. Drysdale.

That rascal knows what he's doing.

I believe I'll pass on that.

We know you've been writing to her.

I'm expecting a letter from my sweetie in Hooterville.

This ain't no X-ray camera.

Unscrew the bulb out of the lamp.

Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

I reckon he liked it because it smelled of... bell belly.

They're lucky they're not spending Christmas in jail.

Good morning, Mr. Drecker.

Because I don't want to spend Christmas in the Hooterville jail.

Not at the same time, boobie.

When it's mine, yes ma'am.