Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, too bad.
I've been out for a long tramp in the woods and there's something I found out.
I met this old kook of a millionaire named Clampett once when I was writing a term paper.
Well, it's your life, boy.
The tank's drier than dust.
For heaven's sake!
I'll bet you the owner of these woods would let us share crop him if we asked him.
It's only fair.
Howdy.
What do you mean?
I'm just gonna let you folks know that I got a telephone in my truck now.
What else is left to live for?
Oh, Jane.
Yeah, I hope he's keeping count of how much wire he's got.
The other two girls are waiting outside.
Well, be reasonable.
Well, Chief, I'm really impressed by the way you're taking this.
The Beverly Hillbilly.
These things happen.
Oh, Miss Hathaway!
But your Uncle Jed's a millionaire.
They're giving it back to me.
Sounds a little like a bird call, don't it?
Well... Before you got the money.
Let's go.
How do you figure on making a living?
Oh, Chief, I couldn't.
My door is always open to American youth.
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
You've got to spend a dollar to make a dollar.
Oh, Jane.
Why don't you forget about losing the Clampett account and start trying to get the Jennings account?
Besides, I'm keeping the trading stamps.