Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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