Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait!
In front of these here witnesses.
That's good.
Why, Jed Clampett, you handsome rascal.
Must be from Granny's side of the family.
You broke your promise to me.
Neither has my ad agency.
I guess they're not home.
I declare you are getting handsomer every minute.
Well, yes.
Large raise, pension, and profit sharing.
Granny, it ain't honest.
Lime.
Pressure?
No, no, that ain't no mistake.
It's the only way I can get Ellie on the television and get her a husband.
Well...
Oil, that is.
Oh, don't do that.
The kind you have to find way back in the high country.
It's done past the prime Marian age.
And the men will be flocking around this place like crows in a corn husk.
Give me the pen.
I just want to tell you that Ellie May Clampett can't win that contest because she didn't make Snyder's surprise.
What is the meaning of this masquerade?
Oh, what's wrong with that?