Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Mr. Cushion.
Uncle Jay?
Oh, sit down, Milburn.
You got a lot in these doing, huh?
Well, it won't do no harm to try, Granny.
You can talk to him.
He built it in there.
Come on, Duke, we gotta commence making ourselves useful.
What is this?
All right, go and find out for yourself.
Hillbilly, that is.
You're not?
Well, I'm pleased that you ain't upset, Mr. Cushon.
Now bring the rest of that hobby stuff.
He stays here.
They don't know you're here.
Mr. Clampett, these stamps are not to put on letters.
It's all right, ma'am.
You fellas got your banking work to do.
Now, if you got any sharpening or fixing to do, just let me know where you live and I'll come around with my handyman wagon.
Gee, I want to be his secretary.
How'd you do it?
That took me three years to build it.
Don't come back now, hear?
You got a gift for it.
Think of all the absorbing hours he spent.
Howdy, Mr. Drydale.
Morning, Mr. Drydale.
Where does she keep them?
You see that dime?