Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here you are, Chief.
Protection from what?
Can't you see?
Mr. Drysdale, listen, you can't let a nice, decent girl like that go out with a cad like me.
Oh, the stories I could tell you.
But what are you waiting for?
He'll be alright in a minute.
Hop on.
I can't make a picture with Mr. Clampett's daughter.
Well, I'm glad to see you have some sense of propriety.
But if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not produce Ellie's picture.
Ellie is your daughter, and if you want her to become one of them Hollywood flibberdy gibbets, go ahead.
Is that her, Pop?
I came to talk about us.
Mad about her.
Figures.
Shake her down a little.
Set a spell.
Go get me a sandwich, sweetheart.
Is that clear?
Who is she?
That's the one I'm talking about.
Have what?
Why, honey, I'm just solid moral fiber from head to toe.
I just been feeding my critters.
Right.
Are you kidding?