Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have it.
Tommy.
Yes, sir, Uncle Jethro.
Well, no wonder.
Well, to tell you the truth, Mr. Drysdale, I didn't see her do it.
You're right, Jed.
Sign this copy too, Mr. Plavitt.
But you ought to dump this cider.
Don't worry, Miss Jean.
Really?
Bring me your rich, your Clampetts.
Tommy, dear, I'm afraid you're putting on weight.
Think of that poor scrawny little girl in there, all skin and bone.
No, Jethro, come on up to Mr. Drydale's office and say hi to the folks.
Oh, no.
Quiet, everybody!
Oh, I see you're looking for employment.
A West Coast Statue of Liberty.
Wonderful!
The street's parked full of cars again.
Yeah, well, that's why I was so mad.
It's pretty.