Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I, I, I can't understand this.

Now, I did a lot of check-in today.

This is what you call a flatter wig.

That ruined your hair.

Mrs. Drysdale, your husband's here.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

What happened to your car?

I'm afraid they do.

What's that, see who play?

Mr. Clampett, if our genealogical records confirm those entries in your family Bible, you will make headlines from coast to coast.

Pearl, we just ain't ready for society that high.

Mrs. Drysdale, you really must get a grip on yourself.

We're getting ready for the reunion reel.

Now, those of us who is high society knows there just ain't nothing more cultured than ballet dancing.

They is possum innards deep fried in boiling hog fat.

We'll be drinking tea and playing bridge directly.

Yes, to the bank to see Milben.

No, there seems to have been some kind of a mistake.