Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You bet you we are.
Lord love, you're sure toting a heavy burden.
You tell Milford not to mingle with them socially until I've had a genealogical check run on them.
Mr. Drysdale, I have some messages.
It goes down that pipe.
Uncle Jed, are we going hunting?
Amy!
Remember when we was unloading this from the truck?
But I know how anxious you are to get back to Boston and your doctors.
Well, he kind of let it slip by.
What do you mean my wife's on her way from Boston?
I'm afraid, Milburn, that you've let the wrong kind of people move in next door to us, and I'm dreadfully, dreadfully upset.
Me neither.
I'll go to the airport.
What kind of a dress is that?
I will not help you spin your deceitful web.
As a matter of fact, he's stretched out on the sofa right now, having his nap.
No!
Where's that?
Yes, well, is he there?
It'll brace you up.
Oil, that is.
He says to me, uh, what's that?
We got a pond for swimming right there.
I'll get it.
Now, when will that be?
I want to meet the Clampetts as soon as possible.
Believe me, Mr. Clabbett, this beautiful daughter of yours can win that Palm Springs beauty contest without even trying.
No, no dear, you mustn't come home yet.
This is a beautiful resort with lots of trees and fine hotels and swimming pools.
The Clampetts of Justice government celebrated.