Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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