Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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