Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I ain't a gonna do it.

All right, folks.

Why did the three of you put together couldn't take a wart off a nilpickle?

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Oh, you pretty little darling.

But I reckon it's like the old saying goes, nothing graces a chute like money.

Here you are, Mr. Clampett.

Come on, give me your wing.

Get your part of the truck out of the way.

You're the one who knows all that stuff.

Don't let that squirrely TV doctor get his hands on her.

I don't care who cranny her.

Yeah, like Pa done yesterday.

If your husband's aim wasn't so bad, we'd have an awful mess here.

That's what he eats, Granny.

How do you cure the vapors?

What you doing, boy?

I don't want nothing.

Well, I'm afraid, uh... Well, you see, a doctor's degree is very rarely bestowed.

We love you, too.

Oh, if that's that little girl, you might as well bring her right on in here to the operating room and letting young Dr. Bodine go right to work on her.

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

I can tell you right off that we gotta change what you eat.

Yes, ma'am, Granny.

There's a woman waiting to see Granny, and she's stripped down to her fancy underwear.

You got the name, now you play the game.