Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, never mind, Ellie.

Well, I sympathize with you, Granny, but won't Mr. Clampett object?

Oh yes, very clannish, these Hill people.

Shoot me some fresh bear meat.

But Chief, I'm sure Granny doesn't think she did anything fraudulent.

Miss Clampett, I want to congratulate you for cooking the best shape soup.

But I'll be right there, handing you things, helping you.

Come in, come in.

What cooking contest?

Shall I send it over?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

The winner will be on TV and get her pictures in the paper.

That high-spirited animal can't be held back.

Now, you go upstairs and take a nice, hot, lye-soaked bath and put on that dress I laid out for you whilst I get shed of your paw.

Chief, don't look at me like that.

But you are an uncommon handsome man.

I promised myself if I didn't get Ellie a husband this time, we were going back home for good.

Don't do it, I'm warning you.

Get back there, you coward!

I'm Stafford Clark of Savory Soup.

Oh, I'm very angry with you.

Using this bank as a mail drop to fraudulently win a cooking contest.

How would you like to carve his headstone?

Maybe I can get my company to open a small commercial account, if I put on the pressure.

Take your shoes off.

Say, honey, how do you feel this?

Why, he just bragged about my cooking the baked-a-ban.

I don't think it's high time she was getting in on that their pension and profit sharing plan, too.

A substantial raise.