Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I sure didn't, Jethro.
You're welcome.
You're a heap of fun yourself.
But it shouldn't take this long.
Let's handicap the last race.
She your lady love, Uncle Jeb?
Well, good.
Sonny, wouldn't she give you no grocery money?
Where'd you get that?
Well, don't stand there!
I want to talk to you.
Not a penny.
A money-hungry chorus girl.
What did she do her last time out?
He sure is stove up, Granny.
He's mixed up with a notorious gold digger.
Herman, you stay there.
Evening, Granny.
We could do some more shopping.
Is your granny home yet?
He'll come dragging home tonight, flat busted, without a friend to his name.
I'm down, Granny.
Yes, I'm taking Mr. Clampett to the racetrack.
Texas tea.
Hello, Mr. Clampett.
Oh, there's plenty of room once you get in.
Hey, did you and Miss Phyllis do any of them new dances last night?
Is all these folks here to bet on the horse races?