Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not me.
Hillbilly, that is.
Mr. Drysdale's going to be giving you breakfast in bed again.
He popped the question.
What's that?
Get me a couple of police dogs and some tear gas.
Get my gums out of the sterilizer and put them on me.
Dear Grant, I hope you will come to Hooterville for Christmas, all of you.
Very glad.
Look what he done to my very best... Annie!
Shocking, vicious, sadistic.
Do you think you know more about it than the drummer that sold it to me?
Spit it out, you hairy viper man!
Read your own mail.
I should turn them over to the vice squad.
Get a whiff of these.
They need discipline.
Because I promised to marry both the Bradley girls.
I was holding it in my hand when I stuck my tongue in the light socket.
Fact is, I wrote them on butcher paper.
Yes, ma'am.
Do you wanna learn to be a doctor or don't you?
He proposed... He didn't... Granny, I just talked to Mr. Drysdale.
We're glad to give you the pleasure.
It won't.
Oh, I'll drive you down to the bank, and Miss Jane can drive you the rest of the way.
Here's your friend, Mr. Drysdale.