Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

See what I told you?
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.
No, Granny.
Mr. Crick, what are you doing?
We're back and drunk to boot!
Oh, no, no, no.
Of course.
Well, I reckon it must be you, ma'am.
Now, tell me all about it.
And Mr. Clampett knows his money is perfectly safe, and he knows he can get all he wants anytime he wants it.
I bet you Mr. Drydale's got him working to beat the band right now.
It's a sorry thing.
Well, if he has, I'm gonna jump in that pond with all of my clothes on.
Ah!
Black gold.
Looking for a wife.
If I stayed here, I'd have to dig a hole under the alum tree for Granny.
You've been a great help to me.
What you got in the pan?
Oh, Mr. Crick, permit me to introduce Mr. Clavitt's next-door neighbor and the president of our bank, Mr. Drysdale.
Pass it back.
What's the matter, Granny?
I want to do it all myself.
You are.
Well, ain't no call for you to work, Leif.
I ain't looking for no handout.
Granny, my poor old cripple Mewitt.