Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What is it, Jed Clampett?

Where are you going with all them matches?

Let's talk this over with somebody like Miss Jean.

Meanwhile, practice, practice.

for those who reach the top.

Didn't you hear me applaud?

Well, so long, Granny.

That's all he can think about anymore.

I put her down in the vault, and now she's sick from eating too much money.

Chetro, dear boy, these are just cheap attention-getters.

All right, I'll be one.

I thought you said you didn't want me.

Those are the ones with the garden rake hit.

T minus 20 seconds.

All you need is wigs and some goofy clothes.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Mr. Clabbett, but Miss Hathaway is no longer here.

If she typed it, I don't even want to read it.

You ain't got no wife.

Not a call for that, is he?

This is my lunch.

While he was drying, old Gobblejaw's done some snacking.