Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I'm Jed.
He never stops working.
You got more.
The Beverly Hillbilly.
Somewhere out in back, I suppose.
No, no.
You mind if I just call you Rod?
Excuse me, Mr. Drydale.
I want you to meet a fine young man, Mr. Pen Fredrod.
And take your worthless carcass back to the mud waller that you come from, you big bullfrog!
It's oil!
Is that right, Pa?
Why, she eats sandwiches bigger on this contraption.
Where'd you steal it?
I'd like you to meet Ellie's granny and her cousin Jethro.
Do you have a girlfriend?
Said, California is the place you ought to be.
I promise.
Faith, ain't that a kind of a deep hole for that little pawpaw tree?
No, no.
I hope if he marries up with Ellie May, he'll pick out three or four of his favorites and leave the rest golden.
Oh, no, no, no, sir.
Granny tells me you brung us a pawpaw tree.
Oh, Jim, I don't... I'd just like to say that my daughter Ellie ain't being courted much.
Yes, sir.
He's a regular city fella now, fit right here in Beverly Hills.
Exactly.
That's for me to do.
Granny, you sure do know how to make a man feel the hope.
They may have some crazy little women there, but no crazy accountants.
You get yourself a son-in-law that can keep his eyes on your money.
That's a lot of pressure to hold back.
Skipper, sure do hope you like that nice young fellow that's come to court me.
I'm listening.
Help yourself.