Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You helped him again because we're taking him back.
Remember, not a word to my wife about giving this trophy to the Clampetts.
Looks like a carp.
No, no, it lives in saltwater.
Swimming pools, movie stars.
What's these critters?
Well, I reckon it would spare Mr. Drysdale a heap of trouble.
Go on, Jethro, go on.
We're going home, Granny.
I would, for a fact.
Oh, thank you.
Please Mr. Clapton, bring her back.
Why don't we take these home?
Granny can gaze through glass windows into a huge tank and observe at arm's length specimens of sea life of the farthest, from the largest mammals to the tiniest crustaceans.
It's a deity.
They must be them whales that Marine told us to catch.
Why, I've dulled three knives trying to cut him up.
A baby seal!
Ain't gonna get me on no boat.
Granny, I reckon you're getting a little carried away.
She's right, it could use some tenderin' up.
All this because I said three lousy words.
Go out there on that board and make a noise like a grasshopper.
Thanks.
I think this whale wants them all.
Come on, Jethro, let's dig some worms.
I want to explain.
Go on, Jethro, go on.
We do our best.
Excuse me there, young fellow.
Yes, there, with her feet firmly planted on dry land.
Mr. Clampett, I'm sure you'd enjoy catching a fish like this.
I reckon it'd hurt Mr. Dry Jail's feelings considerable if he was to find out we didn't eat his fish.
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.
Ain't nothing like a river for catfish.
That is a big fish.
Oh, Sergeant!
Oh, you mean the fancy eating room.