Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, come along, Chief.

Granny's fixing to perform the first head transplant.

Oh, Jethro, give me a hand with this door.

Thank you, super banker.

You promised me regular raises, pension and profit sharing, hospitalization, a five-day working week.

Just as much as I look like a country hick.

That's gratitude for you.

Thanks to Mr. Drydale, I ain't toothless no more.

How come you did do this?

Come on, come back!

You're gonna feel bad when I tell you this.

But Chief, what about the other thing?

Not in front of the Clampetts, do you know?

Well, boy, a head transplant is likely to smart.

That's a good, solid rhyme.

I don't believe I've seen that.

Now, barber baby, do you want Daddykins to carry you inside?

Well, you might as well give it to the monkey to drink.

Well, boy, I reckon you'll just have to do some extra tall acting.

Tell me, rich young intellectual, what was the subject of your dissertation?

I think we's all forgetting that Mr. Drysdale has had a pretty bad whack on the head.