Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You still talking about him?

I'm glad you think the way we do.

Don't reckon you're all dressed up like that for the trace collector.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

Don't go without me.

She can help, Uncle Harris.

But Granny wanted me to start a fire under her kettle out back, so she could cook applesauce.

Oh no, not this time.

Mr. Farquhar or whatever his name is.

I'm going over there and demand that they extinguish that fire immediately.

I think he's gonna ask you for your hand.

Pleased as punch.

How long you aim to sit here with this gun?

But I sensed immediately that you and I were birds of a feather, both looking for a little excitement in the autumn of our lives.

Now, young'uns, no more talk about Mr. For Instance.

Oh, he's a fine old gentleman.

You're too much of a lady.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Let him finish.

Daddy Farquhar, Mr. Clampett is here to see you.

Uh, Mr. Clampett, would you like to go to Las Vegas with me?

Flo, I don't know how you do things in Boston, but from where I come from, you don't phone in your honeymoon.

Spiteful woman.

I best go check on him.

Hear that, Harm?

Now there you go again.