Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why, Mr. Sebastian, I have your film all ready to project.

I got to admire your pride.

He just pushed a truck four miles at a dead run.

Have Jethro rush you right over to the Oxford Club.

Well, bon chance.

Mr. Clampett didn't put in an appearance.

I'm sure gonna try, but it ain't gonna be easy.

I do hope you'll see your way clear to help make his dream a reality.

I was talking about the man who's going to head up our new syndicate.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

In a sense, but I'll let him explain it to you.

If this undersea farming was worth anything, he'd be here.

Just beautiful.

Al, you steer, I'll push.

Hillbilly, that is.

Thank you, dear.

Well, let me pay.

The concept that the form of the future lies at the bottom of the ocean is absolutely brilliant.

I didn't get it.

Oh, of course not.

Well, I reckon it would have took the edge off of Granny's veitals anyhow.

You know, Mrs. Sebastian is used to the best.

And then I'm going to beat you, bake you, boil you, steam you, and fry you until those pounds come off.

Real live billionaire.

Adventurer, world traveler, oceanographer, authority in marine biology.

I told you the kid was a genius.