Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hillbilly millionaire?
Oh, no, sir.
Oh, your grandmother wears army boots.
For a 150-year-old cigar-smoking, whiskey-drinking, south-scorching, carpet-bagging Yankee general,
Whatever are you talking about?
Our beloved leader.
Why don't you come along with me and we'll get you started on your qualification test.
That'd mean I had $200, but no cents.
Oh, General!
Call me Uncle Uly.
Old Grant seemed like a pretty decent sort of fella.
Took a whole gun crew.
He meant to say the war between the states.
Colonel Grant, nice seeing you.
You're right, Granny, but I'm sure that Colonel Blake didn't come over here to talk about that.
Well, Granny, that was my job.
Why, she's just a baby.
And chasing him?
Yours!
Strong as an ox.
Oh, Granny will love me.
I just got your call.
Ow!
Hi.
Well, my friend Drysdale tells me that Clampett is worth about $60 or $70 million.