Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.
No electricity, no company, no nothing.
All right.
Probably took off for town for more girl-watching.
What's it to you?
Good-for-nothin' girl chasin' that shirkin'!
Mr. Drydale said I could keep anything I found in his garage.
He must be worn to a frazzle.
Man-to-man stuff.
What was that noise?
Hey, where'd you get the magazines?
I have an even better idea.
Two times one is two.
A Beverly Hillbilly.
Well, then how come you're reading them?
Well, you're through, I see.
Well, ain't Granny never seen a girl in a bathing suit before?
Yeah, with a couple of girls in there, it's gonna be real snug.
You see, when that romantic music comes sliding in at you from both sides and meets in the middle, that girl is a goner.
Take your shoes off.
No, no, let's check things off first.
What is it?
I'm gonna start with just two girlfriends.
Oh, that's the spot.
I mean cuisine.
I don't hardly... Just pretend that you're my date.
Not without you giving me a kiss.
Wouldn't you rather have it in here?
I got whooped by Granny, yelled at by Uncle Jed, spent all my money fixing up a portable pad, and the first kitty cat I showed it to, uppercutted me right through the roof!
Quick as I can get to it, I'm going to turn on the hi-fi and we'll dance.
High five.