Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Howdy, Mr. Drydale.
Well, to the launching pad.
Now, come into my office and I'll explain everything while you sign the contract.
Yeah, Mr. Drydale told me about that.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
Mr. Sherman, I'm a singer of pure ethnic folk songs.
I'm so full of electricity, I could spit sparks.
Why don't you two work together?
My publicity dinner's here!
But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
Uncle Jed, I ain't playing that bodina phone no more.
Uh, Jethro... Talk to you when I get back down, Uncle Jed.
No, I mean $5 a year.
That's a great act.
I dropped Ellie and the whole mess off out front.
Gentlemen.
Thank you, Mr. Clampett.
Bye.
Meanwhile, I'll struggle on alone.
No, thanks.
Well, now, don't fret, Mr. Drysdale.
Will it work?