Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We've been everywhere.

Congratulations, young man.

Are you kidding?

Look, just in case, I better get a date for tonight.

Jimmy, you'd best stop playing with that chicken.

Well, who's all coming?

Well, that's ridiculous.

Well, it's always a pleasure to see you, Mr. Clampett.

Owl soup and chicken fried hock.

Oh, we're going to have a new bird post next door.

Ain't nothing pleasures Granny more than doing for folks.

Mr. Van Ronsahoff spoke so highly of his French chef, I'm simply dying for a Chateaubriand.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Well, Marty, Marty, Mr. Drysdale thinks you're going to transfer him to your bank in Moose Jaw, Alaska.

And I want the two of you to celebrate with me having dinner on my yacht.

And the rest of you, scat, too.

Oh, good, good.

Pa, you ain't gonna let Granny... Don't try to shield me from them, young'uns.

I've had enough of this ridiculous nonsense.

I have an idea.

Really, me, Clampett?