Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not much of a one for setting around.
That's right, Mr. Drysdale.
Hmm.
Where blue blazers do they keep kids' money?
That's right.
This has been a Filmways presentation.
I stopped drunken, Jed.
Two peas in a pod.
What cripple do you mean?
What's that?
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubble and crude.
Pretty girl always makes her room pretty.
Can we stop for vittles now, Uncle J?
I can't believe it.
Hillbilly, that is.
I'm going to try my best.
What you fixing to do, Jed?
Want me to fetch you a jug of rheumatism medicine?
Glad to do it.
The leaf ain't going to be around to do much spoiling.
They's both gone back home.
You are like Mr. Clampett.
Gets you to cuss and...
You're right, Granny.
We got plenty of food.
Now then, you wouldn't have to worry at all.
All ready to go, Mr. Crick.
You speak to me, boy.
He promised to commence to dig me a root cellar.
Nonsense, Mr. Crick.
Granny, I told you Lathe has got a job.
I'll join you in a minute with the shovel.