Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, right here.
Hey.
That's labor for you.
She's built like one.
Here you are.
I want action!
Jeth?
Looks like an eggshell.
Thank you, super banker.
You ain't giving him my head.
Good, good.
What are you all talking about?
Oh, they cut down the old pine tree.
Just like back home.
What you mean?
She's right.
Help!
He ain't himself.
No, I ain't.
Did I tell you it's a big one?
I have those loan papers for Mr. Drysdale.
You open your yacht to those nitpickers and you'll be starved.
You think you don't look good with a mustache.
My television commercial will show how I took this starving, penniless, hillbilly family, living in a wretched little backwoods cabin, and with my financial genius, transformed them into millionaires living in a magnificent Beverly Hills mansion.
That's true.
Excuse me.
No place to go.
You know what a big heart I have.
A movie?
I think I'll sew him up with blue number three.
What do you mean?
Wait a minute.
Believe it or not, friends, that lazy, no-good family of hillbillies now occupies this beautiful mansion in Beverly Hills and drives this beautiful car.