Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If I can learn you to talk as good as me, you'll fool the police for sure.

And he ain't half as smart as me.

Colonel, I think we ought to go along with Mr. Clampett.

The camera with which Emmeline Fetty took those incriminating pictures of Mr. Clampett.

You said, since the police were looking for a dumb old country girl,

They done nabbed us a swindler.

Hanging's too good for you.

Get out of here, you crook.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

The goo in the slew gets mainly in your shoe.

Let's hear you say, the goo in the slew gets mainly in your shoe.

Why, if she saw him with you, why, she'd snatch him bald.

What you talking about?

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Excuse me, Chief.

You'd have never thought that she'd come from back in the... Give away who she is.

Oh, he's calling that.

No, no, you don't understand.

I handle fraud, swindles, blackmails, things like that.

No, I think the Fetty has to go, too.

Say, there's a name I could use.

Oh yes, that's the young lady who claimed to be Emmeline Fetty from back in the hills.

All I need's a surname.

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

Oh, come on now, don't go to ballin'.

This young lady is a special investigator from the District Attorney's office.

Come over here.

She deliberately tricked Mr. Clampett into a compromising situation and took pictures with Mr. Blackmail.

My name is Frank Richards.

Well, I know how to walk.

They're probably out right now tracking down that girl with their trusty bloodhound.

Where did you get those pictures?