Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Gee, gee, Mr. Platt.
Swimming poons, movie stars.
No, I missed them.
Everybody thinks the baby looks just like me.
We've come to say goodbye to our daddy.
Think of your beneficiary.
Handle this, Granny.
You're through in Hollywood.
Everyone will get a taste.
And listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.
Hey, Mr. Drucker, you got a Shirley Temple side too.
Help me start putting that truck back together!
As Mr. Clampett says, when she's ready to go, she's ready to go.
Did Granny show you a picture of them chicks that lived at the Shady Rest Hotel?
Now who am I?
Yes, sir, Pa.
Get out of the kitchen, you turkey buzzard.
Would you like to go down to the pond and skip rocks?
No, it always puts a damper on the party when the boss is there.
I'm a Hollywood flunky now.
Leave your pretty dress on.
Everyone feels he has to be nice to me.
Didn't your pa stop you?
Same to you.
Sam Drucker?
You're looking at my Shirley Temple side again.
It looks just like your granny.
It's a surprise, all right.
Gee, it's a beauty.
You're right.
Good-looking, yes.
He likes you.