Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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