Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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