Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
I grant you, there ain't many of them as that more of us.
Mr. Drysdale said my restaurant was fully equipped.
Have him to come down.
Got the location, a snappy name, new glass in the windows, plenty of bittles, hot griddle.
I know all about that stuff.
Oh!
Yeah, what's that?
Oh, I know of a slightly less expensive venture that Jethro would excel in.
Jethro, you really ought to try grinding a hurdy-gurdy.
They're coming back.
Oh, come on, Granny.
Doggone, my best pair!
Okay, okay, I'll have one of those.
Oh, that ain't it neither.
But it's mostly rheumatism medicine.
Well, they don't.
Find that boy a restaurant.
For instance, you know how I used to think that babies come from under cabbage leaves?
Oh, that's all right.
Forced a little into your eyeballs, too.
Is the onion... There the rascals are.
May I?
Mr. Clampett, you shouldn't be carrying around that much money in your pocket.
I don't even want to.