Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Huh?
That's him, the one with the saw.
Sell him a six-pack.
What are you babbling about?
I know.
They make Bonnie and Clyde look like the Bobsy twins.
Ah!
Better living through chemistry.
That'd be nice if we could hide all this stuff from Granny for two more days.
Well, no, for a while there, I was afraid Miss Drydale next door was going to call him, but we think we figured a way to keep her quiet.
What a pleasant surprise.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move
Jedd Clampett, and you want something nice for your grandmother.
And now they're planning to surprise the Greens out here.
Listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.
I'll make a pie out of him.
You look guilty as three possums in a hen house.
Just tricks you and me, she's pretty well pickled.
Granny?
More?
I got the lid fixed.
Yes.
Look what I found in the root salad.
Drinkin' with an H. I ain't drinkin' on my own free will, Jed.
Like a fun spot.
Oh, this here's a marble cake.
Oh, she's all right.
Granny, you're getting too old to do your own skier crowing.
I like that.
Let's drive on.
We're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.
Oh, no.
Here he is.
Every time we go to diggin', our neighbor calls the police.
That's rock salt!