Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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