Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll just whistle you one down so she can see it up close.
See you tomorrow night.
Time for us to pay our income taxes.
Gee, and they call me a nut.
Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer who barely kept his family fed.
What y'all looking for?
Tell me Dash, whatever happened with you and Ellie Mae Clampett?
What's hurting you, boy?
Hillbilly, that is.
Don't knock.
I don't believe everything you read in the newspaper.
Nothing, I just busted a donut.
Excuse me.
Yellow-bellied sapsaw.
See you later, Henry.
Howdy.
Say now, there's who you ought to take birdwatching.
Thank you.
No.
Oh, no, you don't have to do that.
Don't let Ellie see what's in it.
I shouldn't have tried the best, Ellie.
Bye!
You mean the Condors?
Yes, I read about you in the gossip columns.
I'll give him all the money he wants.
Well, Jed, did you put it to him about the fella?
Mr. Drysdale, I'd appreciate it if you'd use my professional name, Dash Riprock.
Yeah, good, heavy, warm stuff.
Birds.
Oh, well, don't forget, she's awful pretty.
Yeah, what happened there?
Quail, duck, pheasant, turkey.
Huh?
Back home?
I brought her home one night.
True, but then something like Ellie's cooking might just settle a fella down.
The studio has the right to put you in a television series.