Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Say, Mr. Clampett, isn't that an awful big tree that Jethro's chopping down?

Time was when you never minded sharing a bed with Ellie Mee.

What happened to Ellie Mae?

Sure don't make them in Beverly Hills.

If Jed can insist on him marrying me, I'm going to get him now's my chance.

I ain't about to swallow no story about an eagle.

I'll go get the bags, Uncle Jeff.

I never felt him leave.

Maggie, I knew Freddy would find you.

Pearl, what are you crying about now?

Well, I don't doubt it.

Every room in that hotel is full up.

Don't you want to help Pearl get a husband?

Elf's convention.

Yeah, it says, in person, Pearl Bodine, Wizard of the Keyboard.

Don't you remember me?

Freddy, you old rascal.

All minced together and simmered in gopher gravy.

Oh, howdy, Mr. Beaver.

He's giving decisions in the leg, ain't he, Granny?

I reckon you's heard.

I tell you what.

You can't stay there.

They're packed in there like krauts in a jar.

Why don't you run out and fetch some wood?

Would you take this here fur coat?

We'll stay here until you marry Mr. Brewster.

And here they are arriving at the home they love the best.

Hi there, Smelly.

Come on, Ellie.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.