Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not at the same time, boobie.

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

Can I bother you a minute?

Excuse me, Mr. Drysdale.

That rascal knows what he's doing.

Set up my x-ray camera.

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

Did you get my letter?

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

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

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

Unscrew the bulb out of the lamp.

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

When it's mine, yes ma'am.

You think you've got a love letter?

I mean, go talk to them.

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

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

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

Good morning, Mr. Drecker.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

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

I believe I'll pass on that.

Oh, but Fairchild likes it.

What else you want me to do?

We know you've been writing to her.

This ain't no X-ray camera.

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