Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Satisfell, take your shoes off.
But I don't have a knife, sir.
Guess we didn't see he was in the army.
Open up, Mr. Armstrong.
Madam, the air is filled with minute particles invisible to the naked eye.
Scat!
Like Grant took Richmond.
Don't cut yourself.
Possum pie?
Well, them is them fancy towels Mr. Grudgell give us.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Like Grant took Richmond.
Go right ahead and chuck it in there, young fella.
Now remember, sir,
I'm sorry, Mr. Clampett.
Here's the best.
No wonder he's got all them allergies.
And wearing a uniform.
Would you like a tranquilizer?
A dog defy can see where Armstrong Doucher is such a good name.
Well, you better bring Grant with you, and his whole army.
Swimming pools, movie stars.
Well, howdy there, Armstrong.
I insist upon taking him home immediately.
Speaking of pigs, I got some hog jowl stewing and a possum pie in the oven for this little fella's lunch.
We're classmates in the fifth grade.
I have a marvelous collection of foreign stamps.
Yes, Miss Clampett?
With whom shall I leave the young master's schedule on rest, diet, medication, and telephone numbers of doctors?
You know, by rights, I ain't your Uncle Jed, just Jethro.
Cooks in a great big white hat.
And that is why Wilkins here, and very wisely, has come to you in this crisis.