Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Margaret, he's 35 years old.
We're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heaping helping of their hospitality.
I'll do that.
Hold on.
I understand they're no better than peasants.
How do I know what she'll look like?
Here I am.
Sunny Drysdale to see Miss Clampett.
The Beverly Hillbilly.
Help me out.
What a picture you make.
What if she don't get back before Sonny Drysdale comes?
Jethro, hand out the pot passers and the meat stabbers, and let's get at it.
The trampets are here!
There, there.
My baby's not ready for marriage.
But we sure would be proud to have you all come and take Thanksgiving vittles with us.
And there's some things I need for that Thanksgiving spread.
Who steals my purse, steals trash.
Ted, maybe you better whittle some sharp points on a few of them, and then we can spear the meat and pass it.
Oh, it is sordid!
Honey?
It is built solid.
To those girls, I'm an idol.
Where's Sonny?
We sure have got a lot to be thankful for, Lord.
Now, are you sure I'd guss it up?
Good heavens.
Yes, sir.
But it takes money, too, darling.
No, not yet.
I've heard the most disturbing reports about the Clampetts.
Well, we've straightened out the misunderstanding, and now these people have something they want to say.
I can't.