Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He'll get over it.
Uh, actors.
Well, we owe it to Ellie to give it a try.
Do you think he'll eat his heart out?
Dice riprock?
I wouldn't want him at gunpoint.
Yes, until tonight.
That poor girl is lower than a hog's chin on market day.
Howdy.
Tab strong, race burly, crunch hardtack, and bold upright.
Pretty good, huh, Dash?
Well, according to Mr. Clampett, we're to help Ellie May entertain a dozen handsome movie actors.
Ketro, your riddles is ready.
Look at this mansion.
Oh, here I am, Dash.
It just don't make sense.
Sorry, Wilbur.
Yes, I want to have a talk with him.
Hey, wait a minute.
I drank so much carrot juice I could see in the dark.
Look at me like that with those big, happy, trusting eyes.
Don't need to, Granny.
These and a jug of carrot juice will bring you an evening of ecstasy, sir.
Yeah.
I've shattered his dream.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
I belong to Dash Riprock.
She's in the library, completely immersed in worthwhile literature.
You're not aware of the new trend, are you?
Yes, who is it?