Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, mostly the governess.
You betcha.
But I'm afraid they already have.
Go away.
Chuck, no, Jed.
Ellie Mae Clampett, there is a feller coming to see you.
Come on, little doofy.
A good hot bath with lye soap.
That's what I thought you said.
Wilkins, I'm not going.
Now, you come at me like you're fixing to hurt me.
We hunted all over Beverly Hills to find it.
Oh, do you have to go learn you?
Well, one of them, uh, rich, uh, high society Beverly Hills fellows named, uh, Armstrong Dueser McHugh III.
You're coming home and have an antiseptic bath, and then spend an hour in your oxygen tank.
You whittle yourself a whole bunch of these, different sizes, time to get a side by each.
There's nothing in there.
He's going.
A man in the kitchen?
Well, it's the same thing you do with doctor and granny.
The sun?
I got the middles cooking.
Is this the Clampett residence?
Say, that little rascal can climb like a squirrel.
Can you really teach me to defend myself against those big bullies at school?
Granny, calm down.
And then, when the cork all of a sudden ducts under the water, then you know old Mr. Fish has grabbed the bait.