Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Granny, they ain't varmints.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?
Awful dark down there.
No, not unless he's going to take his money out of your bank and bury it.
Well, Jethro's down in the hole now.
Well, doggies.
Mr. Clampett, we shouldn't have secrets from one another.
But it's one of the rules.
I'd love that to happen.
I hear tell that these city men are bold to begin with.
Oh, Miss Hathaway, Mr. Drysdale, can we be getting back to town?
Oh, I hope so.
It's a regular plague.
Take your shoes off.
Hold on, Granny!
Pick up your basket and let's get back to the vault.
Winning this beauty contest could solve everything.
Pardon me.
Quite a few, but there's always room for one or two more.
Oh, yes, ma'am.
Yes.
There'll be parties and dancers.
You.
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.
You know, something like this is exactly what Ellie Mae needs to turn her into a lady.
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
You're getting to be a right big health teammate.
I'll just keep thinking about that wonderful trip around the world.
I'm going to win that contest for you.
One of them rascals might run up and grab me and hug me and kiss me and choke me off and marry me.
Well, don't just stand there.
Sorry I beat you, Granny.
Ellie Mae, get these varmints out of here.
How many you got running?
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
I need a root cellar in the worst way.
Where do you get off like that, giving orders to the next Queen of Beverly Hills?