Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Find that boy a restaurant.
Doggone, my best pair!
Got the location, a snappy name, new glass in the windows, plenty of bittles, hot griddle.
Forced a little into your eyeballs, too.
I don't even want to.
May I?
For instance, you know how I used to think that babies come from under cabbage leaves?
I know all about that stuff.
They're coming back.
Is the onion... There the rascals are.
Mr. Drysdale said my restaurant was fully equipped.
I grant you, there ain't many of them as that more of us.
Jethro, you really ought to try grinding a hurdy-gurdy.
Well, they don't.
Oh, I know of a slightly less expensive venture that Jethro would excel in.
Have him to come down.
But it's mostly rheumatism medicine.
Okay, okay, I'll have one of those.
Oh, that ain't it neither.
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
Mr. Clampett, you shouldn't be carrying around that much money in your pocket.
Oh, that's all right.
Oh!
Oh, come on, Granny.
Yeah, what's that?