Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Howdy, Mr. Drysdale.

He's probably got his hands full taking care of paying customers.

That's the third set of hinges he's going through this week.

I can't go to be medium rare by now.

Like they say, clothes makes the fry cook.

Well, I tried putting it in my boot, but it made me walk lopsided.

It was a good thing we decided to happen by.

Come out here and get ready for some good eating.

There's a smell of perfume in the air.

There's no challenge.

I want to show them the new restaurant Mr. Drysdale got me.

Back in the jiffy.

You've got a beautiful little spot here, loaded with atmosphere.

Don't worry, ma'am.

I'll knock you off!

I ain't got one here.

He's on the leash, and she cranks the organ.

Now, I ain't even sure you ought to be let out of the house.

That's enough now.

Couldn't we save this talk till after, Vittles?

There goes your dinner, Jed.

I'd like to use your telephone.

I ain't had nothing to eat since breakfast but a few bananas.

I sure don't want to show up there with a bunch of beat-up old junk like that.

How they really get here is where the birds and the bees come in.

Now Bessie's sure upset.

The Beverly Hillbilly.