Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

I keep trying to tell you we are off the ground.

I've been wandering around here like a cow in a cornfield looking for something to do.

Morning, gentlemen.

I know just how you feel, Granny, but we got to look.

How would you like a job as a director for OK Oil?

Now you've given me Jed Clampett to shove down his throat.

Well, exactly where did it come from?

For some reason, the fellow who was going to Bombay decided to get off at Albuquerque.

And that's the end of it.

You think this entire O.K.

I can appreciate the fact that Mr. Clampett owns some valuable real estate.

That's the OK Oil Company.

Ellie, a friend's in trouble and I'm on the board of directors now.

But in the meantime, we got a viewing schedule.

He's a garbage man.

Mr. Drysdale has something he wants to ask you.

Gentlemen, our new candidate for the board of directors.

You're flying to Albuquerque?

Ah, this is your problem, Melbourne.

Hillbilly, that is.

Boy, I wish I worked on one of them big trucks.

We've been flying for a half hour.

Not yet, Granny, but we's ready for him.

A real coffee break?

Mr. Clampett, how many barrels an hour is this well of yours producing?

What have you done to this plane?

I was just elected unanimously.

I'm gonna break open my jug and some glasses.

Has Jim come down yet?

It's a dry well!

The OK Oil Company can't find no new weld.

May we have the vote?

I'm feeling frisky as a new shorn sheep.