Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, no, no, ma'am.

Or plant taters?

All right, $7,400 a year.

Is Mr. Clampett here?

All right, I done it.

Could you be happy married to an atomic scientist or a nuclear physicist or a space age engineer?

I'd just as soon have you for a sweetheart as anyone.

You're all invited back next week to this locality, to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

You do know why we're here.

But you said all you could be sure of getting is the wrong fella.

But I thought you just graduated from the sixth grade.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

Uncle Jed, are you telling me you done stole my computer, sweetie?

Blacked out practically the whole south side of town.

Jed, if you can't trust a computer, who can you trust?

You wait and see.

Oh, I mean, uh... Jethro's a younger fella, you know.

Good thinking, Miss Hathaway.

I ain't got time.

Well, they ain't told me yet.

I tried, but she got all excited and ran out.

I just got too much brain from a body.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

I could have done better picking names out of a hat.