Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That is an ant on your window.

Yes, oh, hush up.

Good, I got a whole basket of celebrating vittles for you.

No, I'm the co-pilot.

Yeah, we want to fill them up again.

I don't know where you belong, man.

How do you do, Granny?

What kind of engineer?

Ain't it wonderful about Jethro's new job?

My name is Clampett.

You know, John, the Kravis might have something.

Well, this is crude.

Can't you see your Uncle Jed is studying on something?

Thank you, John.

But I want to get back up there and learn how, so I can get me some paying passengers and earn me some spending money.

I don't know, but I hate to tell him that this well has turned out to be a duster and we ain't found another.

But if I may speak candidly, it does not qualify him to be a director of a multifaceted industrial complex.

We was up in that play for hours without seeing a slew.

I'll think of a way.

Well, I hope the noise ain't bothering you.

As long as Mr. Clampett is happy and continues to sign my lease, it doesn't bother me that he collects garbage.

That's what you think.