Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Grif, I'm going to produce Ellie's movie!
Nothing, sir.
Nope.
Prune.
Oh, I can.
Dash who?
Certainly not, but I've heard about them from this girl who lives in my apartment building.
Ellie Mae, you is prettier than the sun up on a frosty morning.
What are we going to do about the rest of her?
After I've been an extra for a while, can I be a star?
J.D.
Swimming poos, movie stars.
All right, boy.
One...two... Mr. Drysdale, have a heart.
One and Two would be more appropriate.
Bye, darling.
You poor boy.
You understand?
All right, Jed.
All right, set her down, Jethro.
Yeah.
Oh, I'm full of it.
Say, leave that door open.
I've fallen for you.
Now, while you're charming Ellie Mae Clampett, I'll go talk to Chapman about your raise.
She might marry a big star.
Why, she's liable to wind up at one of those Hollywood parties.
Well, get down here, big boy!
Chief, is that all you're thinking of?
Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
I'm thinking of Ellie.
Me?
Now I'm going to give you until the count of three, then your contract is going to be canceled.
Now, get out of here.
Scoot.