Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, that seems a shame.
Yes, sir, Pa.
Oh, I understand, madam.
Reckon you're right.
You burn.
Good morning, Mrs. Hathaway, Mr. Drysdale, Mrs. Laude, Mrs. Mullins.
Mr. Engleman, this rock sculpting here was done by my nephew Jethro.
According to Ms.
Quickly, Fredericks, before Claude gets one of his migraines.
Yes, sir.
The use of one's name on a building of this sort would be a great honor.
Model agency?
Brilliant, young man.
Thank you.
Him and his expensive prescriptions.
Thank you.
Howdy, Miss Drysdale.
How long do you think you're going to need me?
Yeah, this young fella fetched her over this morning.
No, no.
Oh, here comes some visitors.
Let me talk to the Clampetts.
I studied all about art in the fifth grade.
I'm second thought.
Masterpieces, art treasures, and such.
No, don't do that.
Fine, fine.
Need more room, we'll put up the cabin.
At this very moment, he's on his way to Palm Springs.
but I'm getting awful sick of painting them.
I'll just have to chalk it up to more suffering.
Anybody who says education ain't worth their money ought to listen to this boy.