Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, hi there, Mr. Drysdale.

I beg your pardon, madam?

I feel like a million dollars, tax-free.

If I don't find something else better to paint on, I'm gonna give it up.

These are my sunflowers.

What would you think of shortening the name to just Drysdale Art Center?

Well, obviously, the new doctor's report was good.

I've run out of cratters.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

How do you feel?

Most I ever done was paint daisies on a churn.

And of course, you, Mr. Clampett, have the wherewithal to fill several rooms yourself.

Tell me about this new doctor.

Miss Drydale, I'm afraid we've only got one room filled so far.

A week in Palm Springs and you'll be as good as new.

Is that what the regular artists paint on?

Going to fill the whole house, huh?

Why don't you try painting some other flowers?

I'm going to mix me up a bunch of clay and go to Mott's Sculpting.

My, you are desperate.