Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We got a pond for swimming right there.
I want to meet the Clampetts as soon as possible.
Amy!
Where's that?
You bet you we are.
Now, when will that be?
Well, he kind of let it slip by.
I'm afraid, Milburn, that you've let the wrong kind of people move in next door to us, and I'm dreadfully, dreadfully upset.
I'll go to the airport.
I will not help you spin your deceitful web.
The Clampetts of Justice government celebrated.
It'll brace you up.
What do you mean my wife's on her way from Boston?
It goes down that pipe.
As a matter of fact, he's stretched out on the sofa right now, having his nap.
Uncle Jed, are we going hunting?
Believe me, Mr. Clabbett, this beautiful daughter of yours can win that Palm Springs beauty contest without even trying.
But I know how anxious you are to get back to Boston and your doctors.
No!
This is a beautiful resort with lots of trees and fine hotels and swimming pools.
What kind of a dress is that?
Me neither.
Lord love, you're sure toting a heavy burden.
Yes, well, is he there?
No, no dear, you mustn't come home yet.
Remember when we was unloading this from the truck?
You tell Milford not to mingle with them socially until I've had a genealogical check run on them.
I'll get it.
Oil, that is.
Mr. Drysdale, I have some messages.
He says to me, uh, what's that?