Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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