Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why don't you try hitting the ball with the head down?

What are you doing here?

Well, I don't mind, Mr. Clampett.

Oh, you're never out of it, dear.

Well, brain surgeons dress very nicely.

Jethro, have you got any real clients at all?

Don't let nobody in to see me lest they's got a big name like Elizabeth Taylor or Sir Lawrence Olivier, huh?

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

What do you think he'll pay?

That's a good time of day.

He's on the whole fifth floor of Mr. Drysdale's bank building.

The cable's always breaking.

Your limousine is ready, Mr. Bodine.

Thank you, Pussycat.

Roy, that's what you call real dancing music.

Oh, you caught my act at the club last night.

I just love to hear you perform.

You know that secretary downstairs you refer to as Dumb Bunny?

I done said goodbye to Elly May.

My speed is the bug tussle, Bill.

They probably caught him and took him back to the funny farm.

But this fella from this big record company heard me last Saturday and asked me to come out here to see about it.

No, no, not here, Bunny.

Yeah, Bunny Honey.

I can't let them Hicks and Hasties clutter up my office.

Oh, Roy, sweetie, I didn't see you there.

About what you're getting now.

Why don't you take one back to your desk and do something earth-shaking like getting your notebook?

I didn't know you was what you call one of them rate cardin' artists.

Of course you can't, sweetheart.

Sure enough, why?

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