Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One billion dollars.
No, I'm on a very strict diet.
Tell Melvin that we had to leave.
Of course not.
Still full of Bodine gasoline, huh?
Poor Mr. Sebastian can't pay him the money he owes, and dogged if this rascal ain't determined to squeeze it out of his eyes.
Least ways we can give him bed and board.
Oh, well, please be brief.
10 ounces, $100.
Thank you.
Oh, don't give me that.
Yes, sir, Pa.
I've done it!
I just happened to date the waitress at the coffee shop.
I wonder he isn't here.
You hungry?
Proudest man I ever seen.
They're gone, chief.
And fries one, too.
He sleeps in a cellar on a hard table, no clothes on his back, and ain't got the price of two donuts.
I'm going down to Mr. Drydale's bank for a business meeting.
I gave her a $10 tip.
Shiver me timbers Shiver me timbers
How?
You'll like him.
I'm really very good.
Backfire, Miss Jane.
But what about the ocean farming syndicate?
This is a great honor, a great pleasure.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no, wait, wait!
If this works... It works!
Whenever I let him.
Trying out a new discovery?
By the way, Mildred, where is Clampett?
Mr. Lawson won that last hill.