Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Will I go to school and wear fancy dresses like city girls?
Since you're a friend of Mr. Drydale's here, I reckon you're welcome.
Mr. Clampett is my largest depositor.
We're glad to get rid of the critters.
Well, they ain't paid me nothing yet.
I beat him with a rock.
Ain't it, Jed?
THAT'S PUTTING IT MILDLY.
What was it?
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
Maybe you better sit down for a spell.
I'm not a revenuer, Mr. Clampett.
I guess back in the hills where you come from, I'd be a tax collector.
Ellie Mae, you sound the alarm if you see that revenue man coming.
He asked me if he could do some wildcatting down by the slough.
I ain't been.
Million dollars?
Well, if you think it's been unbelievable so far, wait till you hear the rest of it.
I could keep him out in the smokehouse.
What's a smog?
Boy, shut up.
That sure would.
What's a petroleum?
He said he reckoned I'd be moving away from here soon.
If I don't, then I'mma come and hightail it right back here, and me and you will set up housekeeping all by ourselves.
Her friends were not the kind you and I have.
Ain't got no snow out there.
This time you'll get a completely different reception.