Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Marty, Marty.
Yeah, Shirley MacLaine married.
All right, everybody.
You, Mr. Clampett, you.
Margaret.
Call me Marty, Marty, the way Clamber does that kills me.
Are we going to dinner or not?
We'll hire it for the night.
Thank you very much.
We're right proud of Jeff.
I can't do nothing no more.
Seal it with a kiss.
Come on, dear, I'm sure you want to rush out and buy yourself a new wardrobe to celebrate your husband's promotion.
Look, we'd like to get in the spirit of the party.
Susan Hayward married.
If Mr. Ransyhoff is coming, then he's all coming, because he's the boss.
But Uncle Jed, he wouldn't let me tell you.
Yes, sir.
Nothing riles me like chickens in the kitchen.
Now, May, get this chicken out of here.