Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just no kilt by Popover.
Miss Hathaway, Mr. Clampett called.
Torture me.
Well, at least you could give matrimony a try.
Tell me all about that girl that you're crazy mad in love with.
Well, I found someone who needs my help in the romance department worse than Elf.
It's millions of dollars, millions of cents.
If you'd seen how pathetic he looked, you'd have said yes, too.
Just do me one little favor.
Granny, I'm talking about me, Elsa.
How about our deal?
That's plumber!
Try.
She's making up an anti-love potion for you.
Doggone, I keep forgetting the last part.
Well, uh, what I meant was... I know what you meant.
Hillbilly, that is.
Jethro, so used to being rebuffed, turned away, scorned, but not from me.
She wouldn't go near you after.
All right, what was it you wanted to ask me?
But I'm gonna.
Why, me Elsa's my whole life.
This time it's the real thing.
Kelly ain't never gonna get herself a fella using bait like this.