Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He said, that dog had his rabies shot?

Come on, everybody, let's go.

What's a Halloween?

I made them with store-bought yard goods.

Well, let's see now, uh, which neighbor should we call on first?

You reckon they'll give us a mess of powder or something, Pop?

He won't find none.

I tell you, Jed, this place is full of the laziest, greasiest, unfriendliest mess of people I ever did lay my eyes on.

You see, we're using it as a sort of a field office.

Oh, that's right.

There ain't no fish in there.

We's the Clampetts.

Come on, Jed, we'll load up the truck and let's head for home.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I recognize a good time as any to let the cat out of the bag.

What in tarnation is a tennis?

You carry me away.

Uh, well, uh, what brings you girls here on this beautiful Indian summer day?

And Jethro, that's you and Je... Here.

Friendly things like, uh, howdy there.

Well, that's quite all right.

It's called a field telephone.

But if they don't allow folks to have a stock, why have they got that old fired fancy stock pen down there?

And for my part, they can give Beverly Hills back to the Indians.

Her late father, that is.