Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Isn't there anything I can do?

I'm not going to take any of it, or this mansion, or that car.

I've let Mr. Crabbit get away too long with his crazy money ideas of his, and I'm calling a halt.

Uncle Jet, I figure it's about time we start acting like rich folks.

For a little while, but at least we got good dirt under our feet.

Thank you again, Mr. Clampett.

Be sure and say bye to your granny and Ellie Mae before you leave, and let us hear from you.

I signed 10 or 12 since then.

Try it, Daniel.

Oh, I must have dozed off.

Did you notice how they were dressed?

We got trees, bushes, sky to look at.

Well, she's still asleep, pal.

I'm going to tell him if he persists with his insane idea, it's going to rub hard on him, real hard.

Has been since before we turned off the road.

He probably took it personal when I said his name sounded like a bird call.

We'd be living where there was possums aplenty, and the young'uns wouldn't be so spoiled that they was... Hello?

Well, this is as far as we're going, Uncle Jim.

Oh, yes, there is.

Of course, when it comes time to depositing the check, I hope you'll keep in mind that other banks would give you a calendar or a lousy blotter or something.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

You got all them to go yet?

Swimming poos, movie stars.

Dad, Blaine, Beverly Hills, there ain't a possum shank to be bought around here at any price.

Isn't that Mr. Clopper?

And tell your buddy Plato not to come banging around here either.