Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ellie, show Roy that phone out in the front hall.

I'll set up your medicine stand, Granny.

When did Mama give you her recipe?

Okay, Milburn, here's the scoop.

Tell me, Roy, do you still play the guitar?

Tolerable, Jed.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

I ain't that good-looking.

Fiddles like these are cooking.

Ellie, honey, why don't you fetch Roy in and meet Mr. Drysdale?

Now run along and put it on.

Doctors don't care for money.

Now, why don't you come out and we'll have a business conference?

Nice looking man, is he?

Will we make the Hollywood scene, Melby?

That sort of beauty is only skin deep.

Well, indeed I am.

Just like a poison rat trying to get to water.

Looking real spry, too.

Folks, who's the next to be saved?

You ain't exactly a skeleton, Granny.

Granny, remember how he used to sit on the back porch and play his guitar and make up songs about Ellie?

Good thing that girl is so pretty.

Look, Castro, there's a victim, laying on the sidewalk.

There's a crowd down there.