Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That sounds great.

That's a terrible way to go.

That's the truth.

That's an even worse way to go.

Hey, come on in.

Try me and the Clampetts.

Dash forgot his doughnuts.

Let's go steam some donuts.

Yeah, Granny was telling me about the night Bull Montana was here.

Well, 11 fellas and 11 girls.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

No, still no answer at the Clampetts.

Yeah, that's it.

Oh, what do you think he is?

They call her the Beverly Hills Butterfly.

Mr. Drucker, he's got so much skin tied up on top of his head, if the knot ever comes loose, he'll have to open his shirt to brush his teeth.

Get that thing out of here.

Then he says, am coming to Hollywood for my prize.

Would you like me to read it?

Wouldn't look too romantic having a dentist chair sitting in there.

Well, you know Granny.

Don't be silly.

Same here, Mr. Clampett.

With all the courting that's going on in that parlor, we could have an electric chair in there.

Well, good work, Mr. Drucker.

Well, driving was this here well-known Hollywood playboy.

Yes, he won a contest and the prize was a trip to Hollywood.

That's where they pull up your skin and hide it under your hair.

And we don't know for certain that he's going to propose when he gets here.

Glad to hear that.

I'm tired of being a love goddess.

Doggone, I've been trying for six days to call those people.

Granny, we's gonna have to unlock the front gate.

Don't put him too near the cement pond.

Oh, didn't I tell you?

I'm late to the studio.

Oh, Mr. Jocker, please.

Any friend of the Clampetts is a friend of mine.