Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sure start.
Hello, hello, Miss Hathaway.
Well, I hope so.
Oh, this guy is dynamite.
Well, now, if there's anything we can do to help you, just let us know.
You do it like this and you're going to miss it.
One parachute.
I'll talk to the agent about you.
I presume you mean $5 a month?
I'm going out to get Jethro.
Mr. Rysdale, I was unjustly accused of neglecting my duty, summarily discharged, and replaced without even a chance to defend myself.
Yes, picture yourself performing on the stage, appearing on television, in nightclubs, making records, the idol of thousands of fans.
Come on inside and we'll try it out.
Set a spell.
Where you going, Jack?
Yes, well, of course, first there is the little matter of... Look who's here!
I think you're great.
Miss Jane's got an idea for you.
Frogs and fiddle-droppers sing to the moon.
You need to hit the bank.
I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did.
Ha-ha.
Pa, sorry to keep you waiting.
Jethro's in his countdown, ready to be shot into space!
No more putting windmills on the truck and trying to fly in such foolishness.
I know.
My next trip, I ain't taking up nothing but a parachute.
Didn't Uncle Jed tell you?
Yes, Mr. Clampett, it was a cruel blow to me.
Just a moment.
Where'd he go?
Oh, no, not at all.
Lots of company.
I need her.
Well, I should like to say that Mr. Melbourne Drysdale is a vindictive, avaricious despot.