Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, if it's true.

All you got to do is say a few of them French words and they go to bowing and scraping all over the place.

Here we are, Mrs. Drysdale.

and I found out that high society folks, especially rich ones like us, they have what you call hobbies.

Mrs. Drydale, did you hear that?

Them's holler tubes that makes ringing sounds when struck by a plunger or striker.

I reckon the high society folks is the Indians.

Would you throw an Ellie Makin' and drive you down there?

Oh, yeah, and you can have the backseat all to yourself, Miss Drysdale.

Look at this thing.

You'll be on radio, television, flown to New York for a ticker tape parade, then on to Washington to meet the president, address a joint session of Congress.

See, Ma, I told you.

Well, come on, let's get in there and get at it.

By the way, Mr. Clampett, just what is a chitlin?

A direct contact with the past.

You wouldn't know a high-society woman if you'd see one.

Oh, that's headquarters.

She fell head first in a flower barrel!

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

You're very kind.

I'll fetch your lap organ in for you.