Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I reckon he liked it because it smelled of... bell belly.
We know you've been writing to her.
Set up my x-ray camera.
No, I promise.
Excuse me, Mr. Drysdale.
But that bear don't know that because he's a dumb animal.
This ain't no X-ray camera.
When it's mine, yes ma'am.
Did you get my letter?
I mean, go talk to them.
That rascal knows what he's doing.
Sam Drucker?
Good morning, Mr. Drecker.
Oh, but Fairchild likes it.
I'm expecting a letter from my sweetie in Hooterville.
Not at the same time, boobie.
I believe I'll pass on that.
Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.
Because I don't want to spend Christmas in the Hooterville jail.
Fool him?
You think you've got a love letter?
He has done stirred up the fires that I thought was banked for good.
Yes, we're telling them our plans for the honeymoon.
Oh, it's coming with the rest of the mail, by Pony Express.
Both of them?
The Beverly Hillbillies.
Can I bother you a minute?
What else you want me to do?
Unscrew the bulb out of the lamp.
They're lucky they're not spending Christmas in jail.
Well, how are we going to get there if Jethro don't drive us?