Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jethro Bodine.
Hey, Uncle Jeff, when I wanted to be a brain surgeon, everybody said that I had to go to college eight years to be a doctor.
Now, here, here, just a minute.
He might be out in the yard.
Dr. Clampett.
You're joking.
Hey, Granny!
Couldn't I just put it in a sack and take it home?
Granny will be right back.
Yeah, thank you.
She's coming back and bring some others.
Then will you please explain what this little woman wants?
Granny, I'm so glad to see you, I ain't even going to ask you where you've been.
What?
It says so in the paper.
He's throwing them knives at her.
But just as I cut loose, that little varmint skedaddled.
Let's say seeing your picture in the paper and want you to doctor them.
Hillbilly, that is.
Dr. Clampett, I presume.
Howdy, ma'am.
Then I'll just have to yank them rascals out.
Had me putting pegs in holes and looking at spilt ink, but I passed it.
And that's how I made my fortune.
Pitiful, pitiful.
Why, them darn fool crazy mixed-up college kids, they made a mistake.
I'm coming.
That's right.