Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're gone, chief.
I gave her a $10 tip.
He sleeps in a cellar on a hard table, no clothes on his back, and ain't got the price of two donuts.
Tell Melvin that we had to leave.
And fries one, too.
I've done it!
You hungry?
You'll like him.
Trying out a new discovery?
Backfire, Miss Jane.
Shiver me timbers Shiver me timbers
I wonder he isn't here.
No, I'm on a very strict diet.
I just happened to date the waitress at the coffee shop.
Whenever I let him.
Still full of Bodine gasoline, huh?
Yes, sir, Pa.
If this works... It works!
Least ways we can give him bed and board.
Mr. Lawson won that last hill.
Poor Mr. Sebastian can't pay him the money he owes, and dogged if this rascal ain't determined to squeeze it out of his eyes.
Thank you.
But what about the ocean farming syndicate?
How?
One billion dollars.
This is a great honor, a great pleasure.
Proudest man I ever seen.
No, no, wait, wait!
Of course not.
Oh, don't give me that.
I'm really very good.
10 ounces, $100.
I'm going down to Mr. Drydale's bank for a business meeting.
Oh, well, please be brief.
By the way, Mildred, where is Clampett?
No, no, no, no, no, no!