Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why did the three of you put together couldn't take a wart off a nilpickle?

If your husband's aim wasn't so bad, we'd have an awful mess here.

You're the one who knows all that stuff.

Oh, if that's that little girl, you might as well bring her right on in here to the operating room and letting young Dr. Bodine go right to work on her.

I don't care who cranny her.

Yeah, like Pa done yesterday.

Yes, ma'am, Granny.

How do you cure the vapors?

Well, I'm afraid, uh... Well, you see, a doctor's degree is very rarely bestowed.

Come on, give me your wing.

Get your part of the truck out of the way.

I can tell you right off that we gotta change what you eat.

Oh, you pretty little darling.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

We love you, too.

What you doing, boy?

Here you are, Mr. Clampett.

I don't want nothing.

You got the name, now you play the game.

There's a woman waiting to see Granny, and she's stripped down to her fancy underwear.

All right, folks.

Well, I ain't a gonna do it.

But I reckon it's like the old saying goes, nothing graces a chute like money.

Don't let that squirrely TV doctor get his hands on her.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

That's what he eats, Granny.