Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Got a bad connection.
What's that there doing, pal?
Now, wait a minute.
Uh, just a minute.
They was calling from the grand ballroom of their international headquarters.
Is he still on the phone, Granny?
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
You mean you taught dancing.
Come on out!
You've got to get up there and tell them the truth, now.
Just pass the bologna and I'm heading into the sliced turkey.
Who's
Yes, it's for the Bankers' Convention.
Mount McKinley named after.
Viacom.
Well, it sure looks like fun.
What'd he say?
Huh?
That's it!
Well, he says nowadays you can sell anything if you advertise enough.
He said to get ready for the question.
Bravo, Drysdale and Clampett!
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crew.
We don't even have a hotel room.
Talked a good tangle, but after an hour he was panting like a fat dog.
If so happens, I am Milburn Drysdale, Mr. Clappett's banker.
♪ Well, we've bombed out before, but this is an all-time low.
Oh, no, no.
Dad, Dad, come quick.
What did you want me to do, tell them we're calling from a phone booth and only got three dimes left?
What color is a freckled swamp toad?
Granny?
Uh, all our students?
Right, Granny.
Them dogs look hungry enough to run him to the state line.