Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, I'm feeling better every minute.
Oh, if only we were food economic majors.
Ginny, this coat still has a tag on it.
We did, but I just ain't cut out for that poor dirt farmer bit.
Take your shoes off.
You'd like to get onto this chair.
Yes, sir.
Don't worry about us spending no money.
Signed very truly yours, et cetera, et cetera.
If you didn't have it, you wouldn't be needing to do all of this.
Hello, operator?
Millionaires, phones in the car, his rope has slipped, it's pulling.
I need about a million or two from needy.
He's as miserable as we are.
Bye, dear.
I got to head back to the city.
Uncle Jed, let's get going.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.
I know!
He put a phone in the truck?
Oh, you got something to do with this land?
What can we do for you?
Oh, it is, Mr. Clampett.
Oil, that is.
Don't worry, Granny.
We ain't going to make it to them woods back home.
Los Angeles?
Where are the girls going?
We come as far as we could with the gas we had.
He'd give it all to you.
Ginny, that happy, radiant look on your face can only mean one thing.