Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, thank you, boy.
You ain't doing nothing but stirring up a breeze.
Lost my head.
Yes.
Gee whiz, well that smells better than vanilla extract!
Adonis.
First off, I heard a dove coo just as I broke an egg with a double yolk.
Writing.
Oh, really?
You've just wasted 68 seconds of my valuable time.
Hillbilly, that is.
Oh, I was just too nervous to wait outside.
Don't worry.
Well, well.
And he's still a sophomore.
The first customer he called on.
Mother, why didn't you stay outside like you promised?
Mother, I'll do this myself.
I'll be right outside the door.
Oh, I'm supposed to pick out my favorite color.
Set a spell.
Ellie said yes!
He's been in and out of every college east of the Rockies.
Boy, if he marries her, he ain't just dumb, he's squirrel-bained.
Yes, sir.
Come on, Duke.
The Beverly Hillbillies.
Not you.
His father insisted that he was old enough.
Now let's have some action.
It's Mr. Clampett.
The oldest undergraduate in history.
Ellie Mae, you're rehearsing for a wedding, not a foot race.
Oh, all right.
You mean he's wearing a ring?
I want to try here first.
You've turned down Sonny Drysdale, the sweetheart of a dozen sororities, king of countless campuses.
I'm going with you.