Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, good boy, good boy.

Well, so am I. Poor Granny's gonna be like a mule kicked to her.

Don't call them.

I'll be right in April.

Bless you, my girl.

It was a sad... Pop, did you throw any golf your word about Granny?

Well, the Clampetts won't be able to have dinner with us on your yacht.

Thank you, Mr. Klamath.

I'm gonna get out every pot and pan in this here kitchen, and I'm gonna whoop up the dog-goldiest meal anybody ever tasted.

This fine young fella here is my nephew, Jethro.

Jolly good, but a word of caution.

Dinner in the billiard room, this is priceless.

We don't care what Granny don't allow.

We'll be happy to come, just say when.

He's a millionaire's millionaire.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Well, I thought he was on a world cruise.

Miss Jane just called to see if he got the invite.

Sounds marvelous.

I'm packing for Moose Jaw, Alaska.

Surely you're exaggerating the situation.