Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, you're welcome, Uncle Jeff, but I pretty much lost my leg doing it.
You know something, I think I'm going to be a movie star instead of a scientist or a brain surgeon.
All there was.
Jethro, how about shinnying up that tree and getting her down?
I'm Mrs. Milford Drysdale.
Oh, yeah.
She's a mite snappish when she's first unwrapped.
Mrs. Strasdale would be thrilled at the prospect.
She didn't fool me.
I got you trapped now!
See?
Not me!
No, madame.
Up in the tree, and if she wants it, she can come get it herself.
That divine creature who just... There she is again!
What I do need, Maurice, is something perfectly exquisite to take my mind off those dreadful hillbillies.
Open the door, Limmie.
Oh, here they are.
Will she accept?
How much is it?
I agree.
I reckon so, Pa.
Probably traveling in complete show.
Then you have my word, Margaret.
Kyle, have you had your head up a stovepipe while your hair is as black as soot?
Is the Princess, that is, Her Highness, staying at Beverly Hills long?
It ain't fitting for a girl to get married if she can't cook.
Who is she?
Come on, drive on, you drunk.
Oh, what an exciting experience!
The Beverly Hillbilly.
Why, that was a two-quart crock.