Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, what to do with 40 gallons of watery pawpaw punch.

What'd he say, Granny?

We did play the palace.

Well, yes, sir, Uncle Jeff.

They ain't no Hillman buddy-ups.

It's Drysdale and...

Would they do that?

I told you to be careful with them possum sausages.

Look, all we need is a new act.

Mr. Farley Baker of Brentwood.

Must be a bitter pill when all your students desert you the minute you ain't got a fancy dance hall.

Mr. Twain... Don't try to thank me.

I bet you was the prettiest girl at the dance.

He's trying to cheer one another up.

What's the question?

You know, what the new act needs, I think, is a stronger finish.

That is not a good reason.

I'll go get the contracts.

We'll do our best.

They ought to stick to banking.

Hillbilly, that is.

Well, Dan, your trouble's away.

I'll be outside.

I'm thinking maybe all of Marvin and Merida's students left them high and dry when they found out they lost a lease on a grand ballroom.

Marvel and Merida was better than them when they was trying to cheer one another up.

I was, but when he saw Mr. Clampett dance, he told me to turn in my cane.

Crossed a snake with a horse?

We're going to cha-cha-cha.

You got that kiddle of possum sausages Granny gave you to pass out?

That's right, Margaret.