Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You ain't supposed to court and spark him.

Miss Clampett, my lips long to taste your lovely hand.

I claim us plumpets have been insulted by the Drysdales.

I'll draw him a nice hot bath.

Good heavens, a date with a girl like that is unthinkable.

Big oaf, I'll destroy you.

Well, see you later.

It might cause too much of a trauma, Mama.

I can't imagine anybody to lay a clean tablecloth on a sticky table.

A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

Who are you stepping out with?

Well, we'll celebrate with the finest champagne money can buy.

Here you are, Granny.

That divine creature by the pool next door.

Now, are you going or aren't you?

We ain't got no cause to whoopin', Granny.

Well, I reckon he's what Sonny Drysdale's been studying at school, either that or he's partial to them.

Where'd he say to put it?

Jethro, hand out the pot passers and the meat stabbers, and let's get at it.

Yeah, I reckon that'll do the trick all right.