Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't remind me.
Mr. Clampett, you wanted to talk about buying a restaurant for Jethro?
You can relax, Jeff.
I'm sorry, Uncle Jim.
Now, he must be what you're calling intellectual.
Okay, a hamburger.
What do you call a little?
What do you say now?
He wants to open a restaurant.
Oh!
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
Boy.
That place wouldn't make decent looking firewood.
Miss Jane is looking for you.
Four hours without a customer.
I hope you two air through with your talk... because, uh... this hose... is... ready!
Just hope he makes a good businessman.
Sit down.
That's right, just decide what you want to be.
Ain't often you meet a fella who eats his cobs and all.
Yeah, there's almost half an inch of grease on it!
I'll knock you off!
Look, Duncan Hines, I just want to use your telephone.
He ate them too.
Swimmin' poos, movie stars.
Benny!
Fancy ain't gonna work with Jeff Roleston.
You see, there's this great big bird called a stork.
I'm going to make mine world famous.
Well, now, let's stay out of his way.
He walked all the way down here.
I ain't quite figured out where the bees fit in.
No, Granny, absolutely not.
What do you see?
I miss him, Jed.
He gets his notions from them kind books he's always reading.
Well, let's see.
Yes, ma'am.
A hurdy-gurdy, peanut butter and jelly.
Nothin'.