Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're right.
You ain't going no place where there's horse betting and chorus girls.
They're easier to carry.
How about some vittles?
I bet you didn't know I was such a good dancer.
What?
He's probably got friends.
Why don't you go see if Granny needs you?
I heard it!
Oh, Chief, who would listen?
They were bouncing around like a couple of chickens in high rye.
I cleverly reasoned that if Mr. Clampett were to meet the right woman, it would create in him a desire to improve himself.
Oh, no, it's worse than that.
You're such fun.
Next time, maybe you'll listen to me and act your age.
How do you pick those winners?
Oh, yeah?
Oh, well, that ain't what it looks like.
That's right!
Why, it's a miracle!
Oh, that's all right.
Ah, Maloney, this is my plan.
Thanks again, boy.
Well, to tell you the truth, I don't feel too much like doing any fast running this morning.
It's time for the seventh race.
You, Chief?
Run, Cassie L. and Wanda T.