Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, howdy, Miss Phyllis.
Yeah, it sure is.
The Hollywood Playboy is up.
Oh, come on, show me!
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.
Busy B's gonna win.
Don't worry.
A real sleeper.
Now, are you coming with me?
Well, Granny, as long as we's going out to the fairgrounds, I figured my critters might win some blow rabbits.
Hold on, young'uns.
Miss Phyllis and me is going out to supper and then dancing.
I want some gas in the truck.
Ain't Pa coming down to breakfast?
And you too, Miss, uh... Butterfield.
Sit down and take another one!
Well, he ain't never stayed in bed this late.
Miss Phyllis, I'd be a right pleasure to go on the horse races with you today.
Take your shoes off.
She's painting her face and getting ready to lead you along the Quimrow's path.
Swimming poos, movie stars.
Three more.
How do you get here?
Hey, you are stover!
That's right!
All dressed up and with an attractive woman!
He might resent our interfering in a matter so personal.
Here it is!
Wonderful!
Isn't that Mr. Clampett?
Don't bug me, Marge.
Perhaps they stepped out for refreshments.
The way you was showing off, you'll never get out of her clutches.