Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Howdy, ma'am.
Dr. Clampett.
What?
He's throwing them knives at her.
It says so in the paper.
But just as I cut loose, that little varmint skedaddled.
Granny will be right back.
Granny, I'm so glad to see you, I ain't even going to ask you where you've been.
Then will you please explain what this little woman wants?
I'm coming.
Pitiful, pitiful.
Now, here, here, just a minute.
Couldn't I just put it in a sack and take it home?
Dr. Clampett, I presume.
Jethro Bodine.
Hey, Granny!
Why, them darn fool crazy mixed-up college kids, they made a mistake.
That's right.
He might be out in the yard.
Let's say seeing your picture in the paper and want you to doctor them.
Had me putting pegs in holes and looking at spilt ink, but I passed it.
Hillbilly, that is.
Hey, Uncle Jeff, when I wanted to be a brain surgeon, everybody said that I had to go to college eight years to be a doctor.
Then I'll just have to yank them rascals out.
Yeah, thank you.
You're joking.
She's coming back and bring some others.
And that's how I made my fortune.